It's no secret that I'm not the worlds best homekeeper. But I keep my pride by justifying that while my family may live in clutter--we don't live in filth.
Everyone has their own schedule for housekeeping tasks, and a lot of people probably do it more often than me, but I vacuum every other week. Ideally I'd probably like to vacuum more often than that but I have other responsibilities, and I'm lazy. But I have my standards, so when my carpet begins to be visibly messy I know I have to vacuum again.
Well last week our vacuum died. We've had it since we got married, almost 6 years. I'm not sure how long vacuums are supposed to last, but we were pretty sure it didn't seem fixable, so yesterday we went out and bought a new one.
We don't really know how to shop for vacuums. It's a Sears/Kenmore Quick Clean. It's bagless which is apparently the current trend because they all were, but it was on clearance so we got a good deal. So we left feeling pretty good about the purchase.
So we christened our new purchase in our teeny little family room, with the following results:
My immediate feelings were torn. Torn between feeling satisfied by an obviously good purchase, and between feeling sick to my stomach about the filth that my children have been living in that our old vacuum was leaving behind.