Monday, April 23, 2012

Some days, there just isn't enough bleach.

I said I wouldn't censor myself here, and here's your proof. Stop reading now, if you're squeamish or hate swearing.

GODFUCKINGDAMNIT! I just turned my back for eight minutes to knead bread!

The child who hates clothes--panties and her diapers--has stripped herself naked and shit on my rug! How do you clean shit off a rug? It's Crapocalypse 2012!

Ugh. I sprayed the rug with all sorts of cleaners, hoping one of them would disinfect the residual crap. Then I used bleach on the tile where she left a...ummmm....trail. For the rug, I used my Haan steam cleaner that my friends gave me. That has really come in handy. Everyone should have one.

Then I bathed the child. Lots of soap. Lots and lots.

Now the girl is pretending to clean the rug, yelling "Stay back! I cleaning my doo doo up!"

I've got a wicked headache.

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