Why’s The Mud Inside?

That is such a great question.

It’s so amazing to me the things I find inside my house that should be outside of my house. For instance right now my son’s favorite “pets” are rocks, and I wish there were just a couple but alas….he has quite the collection of “pets”. Rocks live outside, just not in my home.

But rocks are not my main problem, it is the never ending supply of mud. I find mud in my carpets, on the hardwood floors, in the clothes hamper, honestly just everywhere. Please keep in mind if my guys are muddy or if I am muddy it is an understood rule that you come in through the garage, make a pit stop in the laundry room when you come in and strip down. Or you strip on the porch, that’s a little more acceptable for my mini human, pretty sure our HOA would not be happy to have my husband or myself stripping on the front porch down to our underthings. Either way, you stop somewhere before fully entering the house and leave the mud at the entrance.

Even with my handy procedure, the mud still invades. The amount of times I vacuum in a week startle me, inevitably the mud knows to come in at the end of the day with everybody when we’re just ready to get fat, relax and go to bed. No cleaning. So by morning the mud has dried into nice little dirt pacts in my carpet, luckily my carpet helps disguise the mud but I still know it’s there. Mocking me. So needless to say my vacuum gets quite the workout.

I also carpet clean (machine and all folks) probably more than any normal home. And let me just point this out for anybody else who has a carpet cleaning machine of their own. When you have to dump that nasty disgusting water out of the bucket it is one the most disturbing things you’ll see. Because no matter how many times you do one spot your water will continually be dingy. I don’t even understand this phenomenon. But whilst it is disturbing it is so rewarding to visually see all the crap you are getting out of the carpet you lay on. I digress. Like I was saying, my carpets get shampooed more than my dogs. Sorry Gunner, Pippin and Duke.

Maybe someday I will stop finding mud tucked into my carpets and smashed on my kitchen floor, but if that day comes it’ll be the saddest day for our family. Because no more mud inside the home means that we no longer play outside all day, and really, that’s just tragic sounding. So as annoying as it is I will gladly continue to battle my emotionless foe.