It's all about spilled milk and a naughty boy...

I have previously said that these days the weekends without Hunter seem to get easier and easier. Every time it is easier. Well, not this time, but I guess as with anything else with kids, it's two steps forward and one step back. It's just that I haven't yet had the one step back with this weekend single parenting stuff.

All in all we had a good weekend - we popped in briefly at Laura's for their housewarming, the Princess had a great play date on Saturday and yesterday over lunch was spent with our good friends S & I. It's just that Little man C is in a particularly stubborn and plainly in a  foul mood semi permanent these days. Well, actually, he has always been more to the emotional side than any of our other kids. I know, everybody that see him in a social setting will think I am lying, but honestly, the charmer that he is, he keeps his best behavior for others. Well, don't they all!

But onto the (very literal) spilled milk. On Friday I bought a 3l milk jug form Woolworths. It leaked in the shopping bag, To the extend of at least half a liter. Nope, I did not see it in the shop, and yes, I am not in love with Woolworths at present. In any event, I saw a little milk on the carpet and washed it with amongst other things, vinegar on Friday night - fun Friday night activity. It seemed fine. On Saturday afternoon it became quite clear that I have missed some milk, somewhere - the smell! We have one of those MPV type vehicles that have two extra seats in the back to make it a 7 seater - so I went ahead and got those two seats from their holders in the floor space and lo and behold - there's the old turd (or well, milk in this case) The smell! The milk seeped in between the one seat and the carpet and has nicely fermented there. So off I went to buy some biological cleaner that sorted out the seat (thank goodness for leather seats), but not the carpet. Now only if I checked there on Friday and got the cleaner I would not have had this whole issue!

In any event, our dear Huberta is having a spa day today at Brooklyn Mall car wash who assures me that they deal daily with issues like these. She is also getting a nice polish and the such. So let's hope I can breathe in her again in a few hours time and that she had a fun day at the car spa.