Two rounds of shitty mornings here in HDW Land. I promised HDH I wouldn't go into yesterday's bad morning, as he believes he'd get dogpiled by the e-blogging-faithful. So, I'll just tell you about this morning's massacre:


We (meaning: me) have friends in for the dog show this weekend. They have stayed at our house every year for the past three or four. They bring a slew of dogs (this year, Pomeranians, Toy Fox Terriers, Labs, one Great Pyr, one Basenji). Some stay inside, crated, and the big guys are okay out in the van overnight.

Neither here nor there.

This morning, I get up after they have left, and after HDHusband has left. As HDToddler and I begin our morning decent down the stairs, I see something.

It looks like the Coffee Gods shit all over my stairs.

Apparently, in the stumbling morning confusion, one of my girlfriend's stumbled on a step and spilled two cups of coffee all over the (white carpeted) stairs. And not just a little on a step. She covered six steps, and then dropped a bit into the stairs that go to the down-downstairs (covering 5 there). Coffee on the white boards, on the hardwood floors, dripping down the walls, onto my dining room chairs that are, well, the nicest thing I own.

(note: If HDToddler says, "What the fuck!" today at the babysitter's, I will not be surprised - as this was what I said - loudly - at 7:30 this morning)

Accidents happen --- absolutely. My friends (and likely, husband, too) will tell you I am certainly easy going and not really keyed up about this sort of stuff. I would have been happy to have spot treated it ....

But my issue?

Not a single soul grabbed a paper towel or an old towel and dabbed up what they could. It SET in the carpet for a good two hours. By the time I got to it, it was crusty and smelled like what I'd imagine the floor at Starbuck's smells like after a long day.

I took my son to the babysitter's, still fuming, wondering how in the HELL I'd get those stains out. Resolve has never really done much for me, and I didn't care of the OxyClean stuff either.

My son's daycare person suggested Folex. I stopped by King Sooper's on the way home and bought two bottles.

People, buy this stuff!! If you have stains, this is what you want. One spray, a little rubbing with your fingers, a cloth to wipe it out, and your spot is GONE. My silver lining in this fucked up morning is finding this little unknown bottle of goodness on the bottom shelf.

My one girlfriend did call and apologize. Now, I have to decide if I really want to get in the shower, go out to the dog show grounds, so I can hold dogs and be seething pissed out there. It's a balmy 9 degrees, too.

Um ... maybe I'll just stay in and DRINK!