Yesterday was Wednesday, which meant Farmer's Market. Well, if you aren't currently living in the state of Wisconsin, let me update you on our current weather. Yesterday, was record breaking heat - 101 degrees, with a heat index over 110 degrees! That is hot...and humid. Standing outside in the heat from 2:00-9:00 isn't exactly a blast, especially when the farmer's market was so slow, that time was crawling. People were not out and about, so the market was not that successful. That makes time move very slowly, and I was continually drinking water/rubbing a cold-wash cloth on my neck and arms.
When I got home from the market, things were going great. Luke and I sat on the tail-gate of the truck, had a beer, played Frisbee with Tobshu, and just talked. About a week ago, I had asked Luke to treat me more like his wife and less like his employee, and he has been doing a great job at that in the past few days. It was a really gorgeous night, a little cooler and less humid. I was in a pretty good mood, even though the market wasn't that great.
Well, then I walked in my house to get another drink. I noticed, it smelt a little funny, like dog poop. My stomach instantly dropped. Tobshu needs to be locked up from 2:00-9:00 on market days but we allow him to roam the house. But, he is always fine, and typically just eats his bone that we give him and sleeps, typically on our couch. He has never had an accident before.
Well, I'm slowly and carefully searching my house for what I don't want to find, and trying to protect my feet from finding it as well. I searched the kitchen, the dining room, the bathroom, the hallway. All in the hopes that he had his accident on the wood floor - much easier to clean up. Every step of checking the hardwood, I was getting more worried. I headed toward the carpeted living room, and turned on the light. My heart sunk, it wasn't pretty.
Poor Tobshu didn't just have one accident, he had four. And, he wasn't feeling well, if that should give you an insight into consistency. I won't go into more details than that.
I turned around and walked right back outside, longing to just be able to sit on the tailgate and finish my drink. Instead, I went into the wash shack and grabbed two pairs of latex gloves. Luke inquired what I was doing, and I just told him to follow me. He was puzzled, but followed me into the house, and said, what stinks? I showed him the living room, and he, in his ingenious husband nature, said "Oh boy, that's terrible. I need to finish unloading the produce from the truck, sorry sweetie." And then he Bolted! Ugghh.
Well, needless to say, I was scrubbing and spraying and carpet cleaning for over an hour, with breaks to search my house for as many candles and incense as I could find, and light those. My house now smells like a blend of fruit, apple pie, sage, and rosemary incense. It is odd, but better than the alternative. The carpet looks pretty good, I can't really see the spots, but this morning there was a faint smell (that I may have imagined, but it was real for me). I looked at the four spots that I had scrubbed for over an hour, and thought to myself this morning:
"Luke and I lay on the floor all the time. I don't think I can ever do that again now." Well, that is being a little dramatic, but I did go ahead and make an appointment with Stanley Steemer Carpet Cleaners for tomorrow :) Terry and Dave (our parents but also our landlords) I am sure you are happy to hear that! Looks like I will be lugging furniture out of my living room tonight. But, I guess I could look at the bright side - it gives me a perfect excuse to rearrange the living room.
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