


Only my cat knows how bad it really is - although the Dyson is quieter than the mammoth thing I had before, she still runs and hides. I thought I was the only one, living with this weirdness/quirk?, keeping it to myself because my friends look at me like I'm crazy... But then my Mom and I got to talking. I think I have found a kindred spirit, enabler, call it what you will. It started with my son spilling soda on her new carpet. And ended with us buying a home carpet steam cleaner. She took it for a week and cleaned all the carpet and rugs in her house - just as a frame of reference, it is a brand new house, she and my stepdad moved in to it in January. If it wasn't the middle of summer, I swear she would have done her car too. I picked up the heavy contraption from her house last Sunday. After dragging it up to my third floor apartment, I wasn't sure if I was even going to bother with it... But then, who am I kidding? It was the best of both worlds! The instructions TOLD ME TO VACUUM FIRST. WOO HOO! An hour later I had cleaned 3/4 of the carpet in my apartment. I think the only reason I stopped is because I couldn't feel my right shoulder anymore. Fast forward to Tuesday morning, my entire apartment has clean, beautiful carpet. Uh oh, it just might be time to vacuum again. LOL
For those of you about to send the men with the butterfly nets and the straight jacket out to my apartment, don't get me started on how to make the bed...