It was March 13, 2015. After Brad got home from work, I went over to my sister's house to watch that week's Pretty Little Liars episode (yeah, we got suckered in--you can judge, don't worry). As we were finishing up--after pausing and/or rewinding a million times to discuss something--I received a panicked call from Brad. "You need to come home," he said. "There's stuff all over our bedroom! Seriously, it's everywhere!"
When Alix and I got there, we walked into mine and Brad's bedroom to see what looked like a brutal crime scene. It was everywhere.
On the carpet.
On the walls.
It was even all over the ceiling.
And it wasn't just one side of the room, it was completely from one wall to the other, all over our side of the bedroom. No joke, It had even made it's way out into the hallway. It was insane. It was everywhere, it was the biggest mess I've ever seen...
...it was grape juice.
To put some history to this mishap, early pregnancy for me was rampant with very, very narrow and specific cravings. As in, I didn't just crave it, it was all that I could eat or drink. For about four weeks it was grape juice. It could be any variety of grape juice, "grape" just had to be in the name or I'd be more sick than if I had just listened to what these two girls had demanded for. Very suddenly, however, grape juice became something that made me just as sick as any other drink. Soon I figured out that the new "it" thing was orange soda. I then proceeded to only be able to drink orange soda for six weeks.
In that transition period, a half-drunk gallon of Welch's Grape Juice had been forgotten by my night stand. And thus, there it sat, for probably that entire six weeks that orange soda was my kick. As it sat there, the air that had been trapped inside from it being previously opened began to ferment the grape juice... for six weeks. On that night, when I was just about to hit 22-weeks along, it happened. The air built up from the fermentation was too much for that plastic gallon bottle and it exploded--straight through the bottom of the bottle.
I was so grateful that Alix had decided to come home with me because, oh man, we needed the extra set of hands! The weirdest feeling is seeing this giant mess (seriously, the pictures don't do it justice--it was bad and it was everywhere) is not knowing where in the world you're supposed to even begin to clean it up. It was so nuts.
We eventually decided that we should start with the carpet first as we were most afraid of it being stained. Ironically, the carpet was the easiest part! Let me just take this moment to tell you the best carpet cleaner in the world comes from the dollar store, of all places. It's called LA's Totally Awesome Carpet Spot and Stain Remover, and you can get it at your local Dollar Tree or on the Dollar website here (the one I buy at my Dollar Tree actually has a blue bottle, but it's the same brand and name).
That stuff is seriously the biggest boss in the world! I've been using it for a long time to clean up really, really old stains left in my parent's basement by my siblings and I and our friends from when we were careless teens and it's done beautifully on those spots. I was happy to see that it works on grape juice stains as well. Even the parts of the carpet that got hit the worst where the grape juice spray originated are perfectly clean now. Don't waste your money on other cleaners, go spend a buck on this magical stuff. You won't regret it!
Now, cleaning the walls was a different story. My parents have off-white walls with greige trim. The trim cleaned off just fine, but the walls had been literally stained by the grape juice--something we definitely did not think could ever happen. We tried every method possible and it just would not come off, there was always some ghostly shadow of grape juice spray. Luckily my sister is a smart one and suggested watered down bleach to finally get rid of it so we wouldn't need to repaint the entire room.
The work was tedious as we had such a large area to wipe down, and it made our bedroom smell like either a swimming pool or otherwise a crime scene wipe-down, but it worked and that's what mattered in the end! We had all the walls and the floor cleaned up by the end of the night that Friday the explosion occurred. Brad and I ended up sleeping in George's room on a futon because our room was pretty dang fumed-up.
Saturday morning we faced the big task--the ceiling. Please note that this basement bedroom my parent's have so graciously invited us to stay in for these past years isn't your typical basement bedroom. It's at least double (if not triple) the size you'd expect it to be. So when I say one-third of the ceiling was splattered with grape juice, imagine it pretty much covering the entire ceiling of the room size you'd expect it to be. The square footage this bottle exploded all over was just massive. And that ceiling? Poor Brad had to clean it all by himself because I was too pregnant to stand on a ladder and scrub.
We used the same method as the walls, bleach, but the ceiling proved even more challenging both from the horizontal angle and from the stamping. We are forever grateful it wasn't a popcorn ceiling (the horror, that would've be awful), but it is a textured ceiling and thus the raised bumps meant extra scrubbing for Brad to have to do. In the end, we weren't able to completely rid the ceiling of 100% of the grape juice stains, but Brad did a pretty freaking good job considering how much ceiling needed cleaning and the way in which he had to do it.
Luckily my parents are not materialistic by any means, nor freaks about pretty much anything, and are understanding of their pregnant daughter's accident, so even they agreed that it was absolutely good enough for the people we date, haha.
But yeah. Did we ever think that we'd be one day scrubbing walls and a ceiling? Not-so-much. Although we did joke that our bedroom is probably the cleanest bedroom in the house, so that's a nice thought, right?