the night when my biological clock stopped ticking..

it all started when Haukur and i had to babysit this little kitten that belonged to a friend. At first, it was all nice and cute... we played this mommy-daddy kinda thing... arguing on whose turn it was to hold Mrs. Sophie (our friend decided that name, we never knew why)... and everything turned ugly when we found out that this cutie little innocent kitty had made a doodoo and peepee in the corner of the living room.

the first thing that came into my mind at that time was.... "i hate this country for having to put carpet in every bloody single room!!".... seriously, in my previous flat, we had a carpet in our bathroom!!! and... being an obsessive-compulsive-hygiene-freak that i am, i kinda wished that i was a professional carpet cleaner at that time!!

anyway... back to that doodoo-peepee incident... Haukur and i had to spend at least 5 minutes in deciding who should take the doodoo off the carpet... and i won the case! ha... ^_^

however, that made me lost the case when we were trying to decide who should wash and clean the wet and browny carpet... T__T

i had to dig up an almost-fallen-apart cabinet in the kitchen, where our landlord supposedly kept all his cleaners... i came across a Mould Remover, Plant Spray, Microwave Stain Blaster... and, Carpet and Upholstery Shampoo.... yaayy... finally!!! :D

Thank God... bless the person who invented these cleaners... so, i grabbed the bottle straight away, try to squeeze the content into a bucket, and i only got a few drops coming out of the bottle instead of a gushing foamy nice-smelling liquid... blast!!!!

but... nothing was gonna dampen my spirit in cleaning that old-ragged carpet!! i diluted the cleaner with water, got myself a sponge, and off we went to that brown-wet-battlefield at the corner of our living room...

after scrubbing in a really aggressive way... i finally got the carpet looked less brown, much wetter than before, but definitely smelled better.. well, actually it didnt smell anything, which was much much better than the way it smelled before... ;p

15 minutes after the carpet save and rescue act, i started to think about it... about the responsibility of having a living creature who's completely dependent on you... and i'm not talking about Haukur, even though sometimes in the morning he needs some help in finding his way out of the duvet, hihihi...

but seriously, what if Haukur and i werent playing mommy and daddy... what if this kitten was really our baby? are we gonna have to argue everytime the baby wets the diaper? then what will happen if the baby needs to be fed? at least Mrs. Sophie will feed herself everytime she's hungry, cause we just poured her Whiskas in her bowl everyday, and she just goes there everytime she feels like to nibble...

so... i came to a conclusion, that my biological clock had stopped ticking... this morning, i was a person who would see a baby and said: "aaaaw, wook at the wittew baby..."

but after tonight... noooo sirree... no baby for me... at least, not for now...

Haukur, if you're reading this... i believe u can be relieved now... ^_^