Mommy the carpet cleaning semi-hero

I borrowed my friends carpet cleaner (thanks Abbey) and went to town this morning. I must pat myself on the back (cuz no one else will) and say that I did so with a very sore throat and pounding head. How happy I am that I did it. For some reason having clean carpet makes me feel better.
Oh and really who in their right mind would buy a house with light cream colored carpet with five kids....oh that would be me. Seriously what were we thinking. I could not believe how black the water was after I cleaned....although I secretly was fascinated by it(I guess the secret is out). How do we get the carpet that dirty? We take our shoes off in the house. Are our feet really that dirty....sick.
And all the while I was cleaning the carpet and smugly thinking of all that I was accomplishing the cries of poor Landon went unheard. Luckily I stopped to empty out the water tray and heard a sad cry and also a "whack, whack, whack". I look up the stairs and Tyler is banging Landon on the head with a toy car. Poor Landon has his little hands over his face trying to ward off the beating. Tyler saw me and high-tailed it into his bedroom and closed his door. I swooped Landon up and he held on so tight and started patting me on the back. Aww...sweet boy. Mommy to the rescue...the same mommy that was ignoring them for the satisfaction of clean carpet. All in a days work.