So this morning I get up to clean the bird cage and vacuum up the dining and kitchen area. I pull out the vacuum cleaner to find it standing lopsided and unusable! Oy! What is one to do! I then remembered the drama queen telling me that the vacuum cleaner hit her on the head on Friday night when she was vacuuming the stairs, but all seemed OK and she had stated she'd put it away, so I thought all was well….I was wrong!
The Smart One and I spent the next 15 minutes trying to figure out what was wrong with it. We thought we were close, but taking it apart was something I wasn't sure we could accomplish, so we put it back into the closet to wait for dad to come home and fix. Meantime, the bird cage still needed some cleaning, so B-Boo had grabbed a broom and was starting on the floor. We got the bottom of the cage clean and refilled with clean bedding and headed to put the cage back together. Now, the man and I have done this several times so should have a routine, right? Wrong! He promptly picked it up and the drawer went sliding down and bedding poured out over B-Boo's pile of mess. Oy! So, she started cleaning the bigger mess up while we refilled the bottom of the cage and tried again!
We've kind of had one of those weeks, you know? Hot chocolate was spilled earlier all over the fridge, B-Boo and the kitchen floor…and the mop broke. Great!
Laundry soap lands on the floor unnoticed and spills all under the washing machine…great. Dirty laundry, no laundry soap…and a big mess on the floor. Great!
Vacuum cleaner breaks and stuff gets spilled all over the floor. Great!
Don't you just love it when that happens? At any rate, Dad came home and we spent a good 30 minutes taking the Dyson apart and fixing it and putting it back together correctly. I have to say, that's one thing I love about my Dyson…you can take it apart and put it back together without having to call a specialist to take care of it for you!
We were finally done with the chores and headed out to run some errands. Because it is President's Day, we thought the Smart One had no karate tonight. We were wrong. As we rushed back home to get him ready, Dad prepared him an egg sandwich. Turns out the bread had molded. (He follows a gluten free diet, so his fresh bread molds more easily than store bought bread.) Anywho…when Dad turned to take the bread off it went flying onto the floor. He didn't look thrilled, but I had to laugh and explain to him that we'd been dumping things on the floor all day!
Like I said, it runs in the family!
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