Something is Bound to Happen

Today I have been trying to get things ready for our trip to Virginia. I don’t feel like I have accomplished much. The kids are staying here with my parents, so I have been working on getting things in order so my mom and dad will know who does what when. We have been here for three months, living with two of the most generous, patient people in the world, trying not to drive them crazy or tear their house apart. Add five people to a house and something is bound to happen and today it did. John brought our printer/copier from the storage building and set it down temporarily in the living room. Sometime later, Holly happened to be in there and saw something that looked unusual underneath it. “Daddy, what is that stuff?” The answer was ink and lots of it! John picked it up and in a moment of panic, instead of taking it out the nearest door, he carried it down the hallway and into Gabe’s room where the box was, dripping ink all the way. Can you feel our hearts sinking to our feet? There we were looking at those dark black dots and spots of ink on the light beige carpet and praying it wasn’t the super-indelible-never-come-off-until-your-dead-and-maybe
-even-longer kind of ink. John immediately got my mom and she found some take-everything-out-even-ink kind of carpet cleaner and showed John how to use it. She and I worked on blotting as much of the ink out of the carpet with paper towels and John had the tedious task of cleaning it all up. Thankfully, most of it came out. There are a few spots that need some more scrubbing but you probably wouldn’t have noticed if I hadn’t said anything. Now if we could only get the ink off of our hands!