I’m at Stay at Home Mom (no acronym) with a confession. By the way, you should know that I’m never going to use that awful four letter acronym–SAH*. NEVER. I plan on making it my life’s mission to come up with a better one. That is, right after I get this load of laundry done, pick up the toys, make lunch, etc. I guess I don’t have time for life’s missions right now. But when I do, watch out you stupid four letter acronym–you’re going down.
Okay back to the point. My confession: We have not had our carpets “cleaned” in over ten years. Frankly, I’m not sure how big of a confession this is. I didn’t poll my friends before writing this post and carpet cleaning is not high on the list of conversation topics when we get together. I mean when you have The Bachelor or Toddlers and Tiaras to talk about, is there really room for much more? As confessions go, is it “we still have the same mattress after twenty years” type confession or is it “I’m a grown man and I have an unhealthy obsession with Pokemon” and write about it (sorry, that was a shameless cowardly dig at the person who wrote that piece for the Thought Catalog. I still think it’s funny).
In any event, my carpets were cleaned today. Hip Hip Hooray. The fact that I picked one of the most humid days of the summer to do it and they’ll never dry is besides the point. The carpets are CLEAN. The need to clean was spurned by an unfortunate incident with tape in the kid’s playroom. Despite the good intentions of the perpetrator (me) for placing the tape on the carpet, a sticky residue of tape adhesive has attracted dirt like a moth to a flame. Come closer dirt…yes, I can feel you now…ha, I got you, you’re mine, all mine and I’m never letting you go.
So, after beating myself up about it for months and my pessimistic husband warning “it might not come out”, the carpet is finally clean and any hint of residue is gone. To which my husband immediately cautioned, “it could still be there and attract dirt again when it’s dry.” He’s a glass half-empty kind of guy. I’m the opposite. I feel a step lighter, a sense of accomplishment. I take my solutions and celebrate the heck out of them. In this job when moments of praise and validation are few and far between, I guess I’m okay with a good carpet cleaning (pat, pat on the back).