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Carpet Battles

When we first moved into our new house, our carpet was pristine. I would just look at it in wonder and think, "Wow! This is what clean and new carpet looks like!" In just over a year, it has been through many battles. A couple months after we moved in, we had a thunderstorm with strong winds coming in from the west trying to tear down our brand new house with us inside it. I was cowering in my bed in the middle of the night praying that we weren't the foolish man who built his house in the sand. The next morning, we were greeted with flooded carpets on the west side of the house. We spent the day soaking up every towel in the house with the fans blasting. That was the first battle. After that, there were the occasional drink spills, crushed food, red clay from art class, green paint, dog crap, and so on and so on. One day, our toilet decided not to flush properly and started to flood the bathroom. We didn't notice till the carpet outside the bathroom was sopping wet. We spent another day soaking up every towel in the house plus the bed sheets with the fan blasting. Our little Aidan is a great contributor to these carpet battles. One morning, Aidan observed me ironing some clothes. I stopped ironing for a minute to wash my face in the bathroom. I came out when I was done and screamed. Aidan was proudly showing me his ironing skills on the carpet in my bedroom. He could have said, "Look, Ma, I can iron, too!" I grabbed up the iron and looked at the scorch mark that was left behind thanking God that my baby didn't get hurt. It's a wonder I haven't had a heart attack by now.

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striving... said…
Just wait. I bet the "carpet battles" are not over yet. :)
Andrea said…
Ahhhh... This brings so many memories back from childhood, growing up in a family with six kids, four of which were boys. I hope I'm so blessed to be taught so vividly how the things of this world really have very little value. Certainly Aiden, and every rambunctious boy in your home, is more valuable than 7 new carpets. You and Andy are truly blessed of God.

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