So the older I get the more I realize life is about the war on dirt. And, in my case, the war on dog hair. Dirt/germs/grime/bugs in our homes, in our offices, on our bodies. Sigh. humans versus nature and all that crap. Mop, Mop, Mop All Day Long, Mop, Mop, Mop While I Sing This Song.
That being said, this week, in my best Vana White impression, my COMH is dedicated to our cordless, hardwood cleaning, swivel-ey, Electrolux (and I say our but Karl probably uses it way more than I do. And I say probably but I mean he uses it everyday and I use it like once a month). We have zero carpet in our home which I adore BUT dust and dog hair accumulate (ok FINE - people hair too. I can’t help it that I have thick, sheddy hair). I mean, seriously, how do you people keep your houses clean? Seriously. I cried last week b/c I spent so much time cleaning one little, teeny area of our house and I was all satisfied and then I found IT – a stray Roxy hair in my clean space. Sigh. I need cleaning fairies.