I came home from one of my favorite places, the quilt shop, to face a crucial decision. My contentment was gone. I stood frozen in front of a seriously messy situation.
As scheduled Rudy had made his daily run throughout the house. I think he was happily recharging as I entered the door. I'd thought all had gone well. But here before my eyes, a choice had to be made.
Apparently, one of the dogs had missed their daily scheduled constitutional and had used, fortunately, the tile floor in our master bath.
Unfortunately, Rudy felt obligated to continue his daily round and plowed right through the unwanted addition to the usual household grime.
Yikes, the floor was a smeared mess. That would be the easily part of this disaster's cleanup. After the floor had been washed twice and sterilized, laundry started to clean any cloth rags used, I realized one more clean up awaited.
Rudy may appear unscathed but underneath and within the real nastiness hid. I picked him up and flipped him on his back like a turtle.
Here are my thoughts:
Goodbye, Rudy... Nice knowing you. You served me well but.....
For a few moments, Rudy's future dangled above the trash can. And then....
I calculated our financial investment in Rudy's place in our family. Hum........
I remembered how satisfying a freshly swept floor was, especially when I was not the one pushing the vacuum. Ummmmmmmmmm...
Rudy's value stopped me before the garage door opened.
I opened the internet to search for a video assist.
I found an apron.
I opened a new roll of paper towels.
Boiled hot water... No just ran the faucet. No babies being birthed!
I snapped on disposable gloves. (fortunately I have a box on hand!)
It cost me time, disposable gloves and lots of paper towels. I took the risk to not be too careful with the water and cleaner. I did my best. Time would tell. Rudy spent the night his back to dry out. (I learned long ago from a wise man, no liquids on electronics.)
The next morning I put Rudy back on his charging pad. Thankfully,his scheduled hour arrived and I heard his happy call to clean chime. Rudy lived to clean another day.
What did I learn from this clean up of the clean up agent? Consider the value of the relationship. Relationships can get messy, even poopy, but consider the cost. I'm not sure I'd go through this clean up again but I am certainly glad Rudy has continued as my partner in grime.
So, the next time a friendship gets "icky", find your protective gear, your "apron" of sensitivity and your "gloves" of love and restore that relationship.
If Rudy was worth it, people so much more are worth our time to clean up our relationships.
As scheduled Rudy had made his daily run throughout the house. I think he was happily recharging as I entered the door. I'd thought all had gone well. But here before my eyes, a choice had to be made.
Apparently, one of the dogs had missed their daily scheduled constitutional and had used, fortunately, the tile floor in our master bath.
Unfortunately, Rudy felt obligated to continue his daily round and plowed right through the unwanted addition to the usual household grime.
Yikes, the floor was a smeared mess. That would be the easily part of this disaster's cleanup. After the floor had been washed twice and sterilized, laundry started to clean any cloth rags used, I realized one more clean up awaited.
Rudy may appear unscathed but underneath and within the real nastiness hid. I picked him up and flipped him on his back like a turtle.
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| Reenacted photo. I couldn't take photos of this experience. Too gross! |
Here are my thoughts:
Goodbye, Rudy... Nice knowing you. You served me well but.....
For a few moments, Rudy's future dangled above the trash can. And then....
I calculated our financial investment in Rudy's place in our family. Hum........
I remembered how satisfying a freshly swept floor was, especially when I was not the one pushing the vacuum. Ummmmmmmmmm...
Rudy's value stopped me before the garage door opened.
I opened the internet to search for a video assist.
I found an apron.
I opened a new roll of paper towels.
Boiled hot water... No just ran the faucet. No babies being birthed!
I snapped on disposable gloves. (fortunately I have a box on hand!)
It cost me time, disposable gloves and lots of paper towels. I took the risk to not be too careful with the water and cleaner. I did my best. Time would tell. Rudy spent the night his back to dry out. (I learned long ago from a wise man, no liquids on electronics.)
The next morning I put Rudy back on his charging pad. Thankfully,his scheduled hour arrived and I heard his happy call to clean chime. Rudy lived to clean another day.
What did I learn from this clean up of the clean up agent? Consider the value of the relationship. Relationships can get messy, even poopy, but consider the cost. I'm not sure I'd go through this clean up again but I am certainly glad Rudy has continued as my partner in grime.
So, the next time a friendship gets "icky", find your protective gear, your "apron" of sensitivity and your "gloves" of love and restore that relationship.
If Rudy was worth it, people so much more are worth our time to clean up our relationships.
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