I’ve already written once about the horror I discovered under my couch cushions – that mélange of old chicken nuggets, goldfish cracker bits, and teddy graham crumbs. While I have vowed to never, ever let it get that bad again under those cushions, I’ve noticed that a similar phenomenon pops up all over the house on a continuous basis, regardless of my cleaning schedule.
As an example, there is a small valley between the walls of Attica (the fenced in part of Club Stella) and the outer perimeter of the actual room. While I diligently vacuum it out each and every week, the sheer volume of detritus that I find each time is pretty disgusting. Also, the carpet itself in the middle of Attica is a splendor of baby debris within an hour or two after vacuuming. This is extra special as it’s often cemented by spilled water/juice/milk from sippy cups unceremoniously hurled to the floor when she’s done. While dusting this past weekend, I noticed that she’s somehow managing to toss crumbs/whole crackers on top of the entertainment center (just outside of Attica’s walls) so that it mixes with the normal dust on top of the DVR.
As a rock nerd, I have to acknowledge that the sedimentation patterns in my home have changed for good. If I leave it long enough, it may become solid. I shall call it “toddlerite.”