I think I took 10 years off G's life this morning. I thought I would be all in the season and get out the sandals. Well, one needs to polish their nails to get just the right look. Soooo, I tip the bottle on the carpet. Big stain of polish soaking in.
I run to the bathroom to get tissue and when I get back I knock the bottle across the floor. Needless to say I made a mess.
I am thinking that I have just cost us the replacement of the carpet in that bedroom. We had a tense departure. My fault in more ways than one because I became over defensive.
I am going shopping for some cleaning agents and my Friday will be spent in the bedroom. No, sorry the only action I will be seeing is scrubbing.