It hasn’t seen deep cleaning of any sort for the past seven years or so. And, for the past few years I’ve had my eye on that nasty-looking, dust and mite-ridden carpet of ours. Many a time I have suggested, encouraged, begged and pleaded the husband that we hire the professionals but he had been stubbornly resistant in that hard-to-figure-out way that husbands are.
Until this writer, who hasn’t had allergies in decades suddenly developed a perennially running nose… Until I could no longer bear to hear my son breathing from a mile away... I determined to do what needed to be done.
Today was the day, while the husband was away, that I put my plan to fruition. Today I waged the long-awaited battle against the very nasty-looking, dust and mite-ridden carpet, with my secret weapon: the powerful, heavy duty carpet cleaner, the Rug Doctor.
The Rug Doctor weighed 36 lbs and holds a gallon of water so it weighed approximately 40 lbs. It was hard labor and extremely cumbersome navigating two flights of stairs. I realized I had to rent the “hand tool” for the hard-to-reach-places which necessitated another trip to Winn-Dixie. Already I had labored one and a half hours and gobbled a couple of my special “power-pastry” to give me a psychological boost on top of my healthy oatmeal.
Putting the hand tool in place took longer than my ride to Winn-Dixie but my girl-power (Powah!) took charge after several minutes.
It was “easier” on the stairs with the use of the hand-tool but I had to be particularly flexible as the spray was activated from the Rug-Doctor’s main handle. It took enormous girl-powah to press from an armslength away on the right arm and spray-scrub on the carpet with the other arm.
“Res Ipsa Loquitor”… the thing speaks for itself. (the murky water)
After three and a half hours, 5 gallons of water, lots of straining, pulling, lifting, pushing, twisting, wrestling, mental-figuring, upstairs, downstairs, forward, backward, sideward, and a helluva racket (thankfully, I had my earplugs and headphone) with the Rug Doctor, I did what I had set out for years to do. It is done.
In the battle vs. the super-grimy, nasty-looking, dust-mite ridden, never-had-a-cleanin’ BERBER CARPET,
the winner is…
… my RUG DOCTOR and I.
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