Wednesday evening, straight from the college course to a chaotic dinner date at the JMum's house with Troubled S, JMum's parent baby sitters and the Beautiful Child who is just learning to count.
With BC being put to bed feeling like her fingerful of bonjela was a poor substitution for joining in the party, and 2 others popping out the back for a rollie, Troubled S and I sat on the sofa discussing men over a glass of red from the Co-Op.
Being particularly troubled over the past week, TS had already had a few glasses and was a little off balance. Her over sized wine glass got knocked over with a gesture all over the fawny coloured carpet. I knew I'd have to deal with this one as a: she was drunk and b: I had watched her try to remove blue kohl liner from my new beige carpet last year and didn't want to inflict the same disaster on JMum's rented carpet!
But before I could find a tea towel TS had already spotted a packet of baby wipes on the side and began her carpet killing magic. I subtly took over (with the baby wipes) and scrubbed and scrubbed, because we all know baby wipes especially budget ones are anything but absorbent. To my surprise, the used wipes turned a deep shade of claret while the fawny carpet reappeared underneath! 5 wipes later and there was no stain to be seen. JMum was oblivious until our paths crossed in the hallway with my hand full of stained wipes - you could say I was caught red wine handed... JMum then told me that she had never cleaned BC with wipes as her skin was far too precious for all the chemicals and that they were purely in the house as a cleaning product for shoes and stains. I have learned something today.