It felt like I was moving

I had to take everything out of our house and pile it in the garage.  After the debacle with the dog while I was in Atlanta, the carpets had gone from looking rough to completely unacceptable.  I went through the service listings for cleaning on craigslist to find a carpet cleaner.  Note to all those interested in carpet cleaning:  you may want to be more specific when searching, since just cleaning brings up a lot of nude housecleaners.  Which are interesting ads to look at but I doubt they pack a steam cleaner.

So these guys came to my house to clean the place with a rotovac.  They did the typical thing at first and gave me an estimate that was 50% higher than the advertised price, but they backed down almost immediately when I argued with them graciously pointed out the wording of the craigslist ad.  My husband stands in awe of my negotiation abilities, but he once paid sticker price for a brand new Nissan Pathfinder, so it’s not hard to impress him.  I had them do Nathan’s room first, so after it was done, I snuck him in there and put him down for a nap.  He slept through the whole thing and for a couple hours after they were done, too.  Impressed the hell out of one of the carpet cleaners, a relatively new father who is tiptoeing around his house when his wee ones are sleeping.  I told him the machine was like white noise and actually made it easier for babies to sleep unless you train them to need silence.  Like I know – my kid could sleep through a war; I think he was born tired.

So we went out to dinner and then came home, took the dog out of the cage, and she immediately peed on the floor.  After being taken out, I mean.  So my pristine carpet lasted for all of 6 hours, and only that long because we caged the dog and ran away from the house while the floors were drying.

Dammit.

~ by floozy1976 on June 10, 2008.