Three Things – In No Particular Order

#1 – Barbeque sauce comes out of carpeting surprisingly well.

And off vinyl flooring as well, for that matter. And trim and doors and chairs and refrigerators too. And it was even the honey kind. All around, I was pleased with its cleanupability. However, a very pregnant woman on her hands and knees for forty minutes cleaning up an entire bottle of barbeque sauce off said surfaces does not come out quite as well.

#2 – My husband brought home the most potent-smelling cleaning liquid known to man.

Or at least known to me. This stuff is lethal (hopefully not literally). When he first cracked the bottle open I commended his choice of cleanser. It smelled like fruit punch jello (if there is such a flavor). But after awhile the smell sort of settled in my chest and I couldn’t get it out of my nostrils, as if the vapors had congealed – like jello – throughout my entire olfactory organ and respiratory system. This morning I woke up and the smell still hung thick in the air throughout the house and again settled promptly into my lungs. I am now employing every exhaust fan in the place in an effort to rid the house of this nice-smelling cleanser smell. (It should be noted however, that this is not a complaint about Alexander. I mean he takes it upon himself to clean the entire house. I love this man. What more can I say?)

#3 – I am a wee bit stubborn.

Last night, feeling a little dizzy from the cleaning fumes, I decided to head to bed before Alexander. And being the considerate wife I am, I decided to leave the bedside lamp on for him so he wouldn’t have to stumble around in the dark. However, the boys had spent the afternoon in our bedroom. So when I went to turn on the light (in complete darkness, I should add), nothing happened. Instead of turning on another light, which was all the way across the other side of the room, I fumbled around in the dark until I found the cord – unplugged as I had expected. Then I spent another two minutes on hands and knees (still in the dark, mind) trying to insert the plug back into the outlet. I eventually did succeed. Without having to turn on another light. (Or being electrocuted.) Alexander did make it to bed without stumbling around in the dark (I assume). And as I mentioned previously, I’m just a wee bit stubborn.

As promised, those are my three things.

P.S. For those of you paying attention, my ticker is still counting, though I’m a smidge disappointed. I was really hoping it would say something like “I’m 40 weeks & x days pregnant. This means I’m now x days overdue. Pity me.” Oh well! Guess I didn’t pick the right ticker.