The rug

Yes, the rug. It was love at first sight. I wandered around the store hunting for the perfect rug. And there she was- glowing! She lay there all beautiful and green and perfectly stitched. I just had to have her. 20 some-odd dollars later she was mine. I proudly carried her home, ready to place her on our bathroom floor, knowing our relationship would be splendid. How could it not be with that beautiful green color!

Our relationship started out wonderfully. She kept the floor warm, she added such flavor to the bathroom, she kept my kids from slipping when they were wet.... but then it happened. I'm not sure what provoked it, but A and the green rug fought. Maybe she made him slip, I don't know, but he decided to poo on her. Just a teensy bit! But enough that she had to be removed from our bathroom and sat outside and waited for someone to wash her.

At first I was eager to keep her clean! As soon as she went outside she was hosed down, washed and quickly dried; which is when she was lovingly brought back inside to grace our bathroom floor. But A was relentless! A few days later, there was more POO on the rug. Then pee. More poo. More pee. A bit of puke. Some blood. My beautiful rug spent more time outside than in! Every time we clean her and bring her back inside she gets defiled!

Some weeks, the rug will be outside for a few weeks before we clean it. And during those weeks there will be no accidents, no messes, nothing! And as soon as we bring her back in, she gets messed up again! I tell you, my beautiful rug is cursed! I don't know what happened, but our relationship has turned sour. I hate the green rug! I hate the mess! I hate that she cannot stay clean for more than one day! And I am sure, that for the rest of her existence in our house, she will rain down poo, pee, puke and blood. Curse the rug!