At 6 last night I started my rampage against the carpet dirt. This has become a Thanksgiving tradition, although I am certainly in love again.
Years and years ago it was Michael Jackson and Davy Jones and Dave Partridge and of course, Donnie Osmond. Now in my age, it is the Rug Doctor. I spent 2 days with him and nearly bit off the rest of the family's head to get as much time as I could, squeezed into a 24 hour rental. I love him and I wish to keep him, especially after a sick season, where two of my boys had been down with fever. I have a vendetta against the dirt that sickened them and Mr. Rug Doctor seems the only one who understands.
Why are you so into that machine? Rinsing and covering area time and again. The 2 living rooms were done and the car and then up the stairs. I had, to get some sleep last night and go pick up Ben, but early in the morning, I would awake to start again. I had no idea that my bones would hurt in the morning, as they did.
But I could see Mr. T's face and his finger pointing to me, You do it! He seemed to say. These 3300 square feet are no match for the mother and her Rug Doctor boyfriend for the weekend. They will never understand what I see in him. They will never understand the agreement of two machines(or one machine and a sickness angry mommy) working together for the cleaning of a horribly trampled carpet. Bucket after bucket of dirty water between us and still it was only half done. Time is up. I kissed Mr. Rug Doctor and sent him back to the store with, alas only 1500 square feet completed. But, the stubborn and most important areas are completed. I never want to see my floors look like that again. Of course, I always say this after a weekend with Mr. Rug Doctor and then I forget and get tired and then, unfortunately sickness beckons me to call upon him; come budget or high water.
He's not mine, but he does his share and I do love him most when he's here. They all let me be, when he's here and then the dust settles and the family welcomes me back with open arms, almost. My tirade is over. The dirt that remains will have to stay there and I will sleep till the cows come home. LOL
Oooo Rug Doctor I think
ReplyDeleteI want a date! Thanks for the hook up Jayne:)
I need it for the area rugs I have and I have the perfect Sound track. Sophia has missed the litter box & that would do the trick. Thanks
I tell you there is nothing like the smell of a freshly shampooed carpet other than a new, new carpet. Once you have had a new carpet you need a rug doctor. The rental was $54 with the chemicals. I add just a tip of amonia with each bucket. It is delicious. Now when I lay on my carpet for prayer, I won't get sick.:)
ReplyDeleteWow worth every penny when you have pets . Thanks Jayne
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