Today I decided to wash my bedroom curtains. When they came down, I realized how disgusting the blinds were. While I was cleaning the blinds, I saw the black dirt (mold??) that had built up on all the window frames. We took the blinds down, and then I looked down past the headboard (which blocks the window) and into the space between our bed and the wall. This completely horrified me! Visible dust bunnies, and not cute ones either. Big, ginormous, vicious ones. What I can only guess (hope??!!) is milk or formula or juice from Jonathan's bottles (yes, like from 4 YEARS AGO!) has dripped down the wall and baseboards and dried there, an awful putrid yellow. Once we got our matress and boxsprings (I am using the word "we" in a very loose manner here; Dave was doing all of the work.) up and out of the room, I saw what was under the bed. I have not vacuumed under there for (gasp!) FIVE YEARS! Now, please, before you judge me, I have been really busy having babies, and our bedroom furniture is INCREDIBLY heavy and solid. And I did not actually REALIZE that it has, indeed, been FIVE YEARS since we moved in. What was underneath the bed? Well, a little bit of heaven, and a little bit of hell. Anna was thrilled to find a long lost Little Critter book. Jonathan found some missing Transformers parts. I found my missing lavender strapped Reef flipflop. The ones that I bought with Lara, the day that we practically stole our meal at Longhorn Steakhouse? I always figured I would never get that flipflop back as my punishment for complaining my way to a free meal. Seriously, you don't know how happy finding that missing Reef has made me.
Now, the mattress is out, the bed is taken apart and vacuumed under. I am frantically cleaning. I just can't imagine all of the horrid dust mites I inhaled today. And to think that I have been sleeping under those curtains and mini blinds, on top of all of that insanely dusty carpet and surrounded by all of that dust-caked furniture. I just had a little freakout fit and decided I wanted the carpet ripped up. So now the carpet is ripped up. I'd rather live with 1960's era terazzo than have to keep suffering with my allergies. And after seeing all of the dog pee stains on the underside of the carpet we ripped up, I think I made the right decision. Now I feel like I can really get the room clean. I can simply Swiffer under the furniture, and we can put it on sliders so we can move it around for cleaner.
But now we have already moved all that furniture around, so why not remove the painted-over border (that we tried to remove when we moved in, but could not do so, so we instead painted over)? And let's be honest, what I really want is for the walls to be painted. I have never been happy with the color in there. I already (conveniently) have a lovely lavender color picked out. We moved the airbed that Jonathan and Anna sleep on into Jonathan's room, and we moved our matresses into Anna's room. So at the very end of this, my floors will be bare, my walls will be purple, and my curtains will be clean.
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Oh, that's nothing. When I moved out of the house I shared with Jeff, we found a dead bird under the bed. We had wondered what the smell was, months before, but it went away so we stopped looking for it. Our cats just loved to bring their playmates in.
i hear you sister! when we moved our bed around about a year ago there was this huge dirty stain all along the wall that was under our bed. The carpet was practically black. It was from Bailey hanging out there all the time, rolling around and leaving his dirt (not his fault, we could never afford to have him groomed!) under our bed!
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