Before I tell this story, you should know that I find it incredibly important to save as much of what kids arrive with as possible. They have all been ripped from the lives they’ve known (no matter how bad) and they have the right to discard of what they choose. Not me. In an effort to respect that, I will do my very best to clean and preserve what’s theirs. Obviously I do consider the health and saftey of the children.
Today I had a little break from kids and decided I would clean the newest car seat. For the record, we’ve been using the one we already own.
I could tell right away that it was covered in cat urine. I had no idea what I would find hidden in the nooks I couldn’t see!
Last night I had Leo remove the cover and throw it in the wash. The straps and cover are now in their second super wash cycle. They may be taking one more spin before the day is over.
I carried the carseat and base into the bathroom and prepared to spray them down with bleach. Scrub a bit and rinse. Easy, right?
The cat urine, grime, and feces were easy. What I nearly lost my lunch over, were the number of roaches, roach carcasses and insects that came flowing out. In droves. Many dead. Some still frantically kicking.
I almost hurled.
Here are a few before and afters:
Heartache added to heartache added to nausea. This one has shaken me to my core. The injustice of it all is dizzying, the publicity surreal.
Luckily, I don’t have much time to dwell on it. I’m too busy praying with every breath and keeping a head count. This is the most I’ve ever been responsible fore and it’d be a real shame to lose one.