Oober rich? or oober fabulous?

So..the time has rolled around that my carpets need a good washin. My beige carpet and it's many shades of gray compliments of chocolate milk, grease, dirt, you name it drug in on the carpet by shoes. I decide to call up my handymen and women..my Mom & Dad. They are so helpful, always willing to help out with a project and they have a carpet cleaner. The task becomes outrageous...piling up toys that are strewn about the floor, moving dirty socks, shoes, wrappers, whatever is around to get the job done. My Dad begins the process and midway through realizes, uh oh..the soap is not dispensing. He had already meticulously combed the front room and it was soaking wet. Now mind you, my 18 month is in on the plan, he decides to for go his nap that day, so he is toddling around the wet floors w/ pants rolled up like capris and shoes on, driving cars all over the couch. We are working tiredly around the little dude. After about an hour of fidgeting with the soap tank and a call into the sweet Bissell people, we have no success in all of their suggestions. We decide to mix the soap into the water tank...ahhh..fresh bubbles coming out it smells wonderful. Mind you it took about 2 or 3 hours for just one room. The carpets were wet for 2 days from going over it twice, but hey, at least it's "cleaner." I looked at my Mother and said, "you know if we were oober rich, we'd be at the spa while having professional carpet cleaners come in"!

and you know what my wise Mother says? "yeah, but then we wouldn't have any adventures, life would be boring..."
such a brilliant point....I have to say, she must be correct. It was worth all the craziness to get it done and to laugh at the craziness...