In an effort to start blogging with some degree of regularity, I am using the events of yesterday as a springboard into getting myself writing again. Because yesterday was a bit of a story.
After supper last night, Lyd left to go to the bathroom. About ten minutes later, as I was putting supper dishes away, she came into the kitchen with tears streaming down her face. She immediately put her arms around me and said, “I’m so sorry, Mom!” I asked her what had happened, and she managed to choke out to me that she had taken out my red nail polish and somehow it had spilled all over the floor. She showed me her hands, and they were covered in red nail polish as well. (It initially looked like blood to me, and for a split second, I was wracking my brain, wondering how her hands could have gotten so bloody. When she said it was nail polish, I was secretly, momentarily relieved. Had it been blood, we would have been in Big Trouble.)
What she did was problematic on many levels. First of all, she didn’t ask permission to use my nail polish. Secondly, at our house, we make every effort to apply nail polish outside. Thirdly, she now had red nail polish spilled onto my bathroom rug (an old vintage rug I had from my Grandma), it had soaked through the rug onto the natural stone tile on the bathroom floor, and there was red nail polish on the white bathroom sink. Ack! What a mess!
First things first: I tried to clean up the mess. Lately, I’ve been a bit obsessed with using natural cleaning products, namely baking soda and vinegar. I had both of those products easily available in my bathroom, so after grabbing a roll of paper towels, I poured some vinegar on the stain. (JJ had already taken the polish-soaked rug outside.) The vinegar didn’t do very much, sadly. I knew that baking soda is mildly abrasive, so I shook some of that onto the stain and scrubbed. Lo and behold, the stain started to come off! I was shocked. I put on some more baking soda and vinegar, let it foam for ten seconds or so, and then scrubbed some more. Unbelievably, with a bit of elbow grease (but not that much!), ALL OF THE POLISH CAME OFF THE FLOOR. Wow! I tried the same baking soda/vinegar combo on the sink, and happily, with a little scrubbing the sink became perfectly clean, too. I was amazed and very, very relieved!
If we hadn’t been able to get that red nail polish off the floor, JJ and I would have been seriously unhappy. While we have no immediate plans to sell our house, we do talk about it as a “someday” event. And having a bathroom floor with a giant bloodstain-looking stain on the floor would not have been helpful for resale value.
Of course, the other problem was that Lyd was ignoring what she had been told. We’ve had a lot of that from both girls lately. They hear what we say, but don’t pay attention to it, or else they know what they’re supposed to do, and they choose not to do it anyway. This has become quite a problem. So, Lyd’s consequence is no nail polish for a month. Unfortunately for her, later that evening she was told to help pick up the toys, she ignored the instruction (again!), and she thereby lost another month of nail polish privileges, so now she will be nail polish-free for two months. I don’t know if that’s a strong enough consequence, but we’ll see.
Unfortunately, the rug is a lost cause. We tried to scrub it with baking soda and vinegar today, but it did absolutely no good. I’m not sure what will happen with that. We’ll probably keep using it anyway, even with the stain on it, because our bathroom is not the company bathroom, and we do need a rug on our floor. The floor space needing to be covered is a long rectangle, and this oddly shaped rug is just the right size for the space. But, when the day comes that we move, we’ll probably throw out the rug, because I highly doubt we would get another house that would need a rug of that particular space.
Maybe we’ll just save the rug for Lyd to take to college with her. Ha ha.