I was not home yesterday, and unfortunately my husband was confused about what rooms you were doing. He piled everything on the bed in one of the rooms I did not want to be done. It didn't need to be done because we hardly ever go into the room (large bedroom over the garage). The other small bedroom, I piled stuff on the bed in preparation for cleaning. But it wasn't cleaned. We closed the door of the messy office, but we should have closed the door of the big bedroom we didn't want cleaned. Not a big deal; it was really communication between Dave and me. And then between Dave and carpet guys.