Apollo, who you know:
and Lucy, our new addition:
I was vacuuming about once a day with just Apollo, sometimes I could get away with 2, but you definitely noticed it! And since we've adopted Lucy, once, sometimes twice a day, I am vacuuming.
Which I really don't mind! 7 loves the vacuum! I mean, I was vacuuming almost daily while she was in utero, and even 20 minutes before she was born, during contractions, I was vacuuming. So it's a noise she is used to, and actually will fall asleep to. And it's not a chore I mind at all. I actually enjoy it to be honest. Compared to all the rest of my chores, vacuuming is definitely the main one I'll do without a grimace.
But I hate my vacuum.
It's not even 2 years old and I hate it. Its job performance is mediocre at best. If I didn't have a dog, it might work great. But I do. And it doesn't.
It's pretty bad when I run my carpet cleaner and it pulls up as much dog hair as the vacuum does.... and leaves it in nice little clumps all over the place, that I have to go back over with the vacuum, or pick up by hand.
Sometimes I fantasize about ripping it all up and going down to wood... but I've had wood floors before, and in Montana, it just doesn't work for ME. I can't handle the ice cold floors. No matter how pretty they are. And I can't handle my toddling crawlers, learning how to move around and pulling themselves up, falling over and clunking their heads on solid wood. No matter how allergen free they are.
So, I guess until I either get a much better vacuum, or a hardwood floor heater, I'm just going to have to hate the yellow beast.
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