Since I posted about carpet yesterday:
1. The girls broke an egg on the kitchen floor (a farm-fresh egg at that) and tried to sweep it.
2. The girls, while washing their hands in the downstairs bathroom, decided to fill containers with water and ended up soaking several sections of the living room carpet.
3. The girls wanted a snack and so fetched themselves Cheerios, which they ate on the wet area of the carpet.
That wood floor is sounding real good to me about now. As does thirty days of solitary confinement with a good book and an unlimited supply of tea.