About two weeks ago our lives were changed forever when we welcomed our sweet baby girl into the world.
She is the most amazing and beautiful thing I have ever laid eyes on.
She is also the only human on this entire planet that I could still love after keeping me up all night.
Ah… I die. I could stare at her all day.
Needless to say Mr. T and I are still trying to get used to this crazy parenting thing and are a little bit sleep deprived.
When I say a little bit I mean like… A LOT.
Like so much so that I can’t even come up with anything clever to describe how sleep deprived we are so I just settled for saying A LOT.
It was seriously awful. This is coming from someone who has spent extensive time in India where deodorant is non existent and your surrounded by 3 billion humans who had curry for dinner the night before…
Yeah… It was bad.
My poor dog had apparently gotten sick in the middle of the night and in the words of a certain (hilarious) poo pourri commercial…
You would not believe the motherload she dropped on our carpet.
I jumped out of bed and quickly gathered every scentsy, every candle, every cleaning product short of bleach that I could find in my entire house.
I woke up Mr. T to break the news to him that I was pretty sure we were going to have to move again because the smell was going to slowly kill us all. At that moment I heard my sweet babe start wimpering in the next room. Someone was hungry.
It was up to my husband to scrub that carpet within an inch of it’s life.
He scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed some more.
He scrubbed that carpet for so long I had finished feeding and changing the baby, and had come back in to go back to sleep.
As I laid down in bed I watched by candle light as my sweet husband continued to scrub away at that carpet.
And I can honestly say, that I had never loved him more than at that moment in time.
So gentlemen, I guess what I’m trying to say is…
Clean up the crap.
It’s really sexy.