Before we were appointed to Fircrest, the church had a pastor who lived with her mother – no children, no pets. As a result when the church redecorated the house, they painted the walls a lovely white and put in a cream colored carpet throughout the house. When Mike and I saw the house, it was just beautiful.
Fast-forward a year. The walls are covered with black handprints and footprints. (Yes, I said footprints. Only yesterday Jeremy was showing me how he could literally climb the walls.) I have lost count of how many times I’ve had to wash down the walls.
And the carpets – oh those beautiful carpets! They used to have such a nice pile. Kids and dogs running through the house have long since beaten that down! Then there is the damage done by Caleb. He is a purebred Sheltie. Ok. We got him at a shelter, so I can’t be 100% sure he is a purebred. His delicate tummy tells me he is, though. If he eats something that disagrees with him, he vomits the loveliest shade of red-orange right next to my bed. Always after midnight. Today I cleaned the carpets. We won’t even talk about the stuff that was in the bottom of the dirty water tank! That was GROSS!
Friday, September 10, 2004
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