Pesky Perfectionism
Everyone has their random habits. Things they convince themselves that they have to do at a particularly inopportune time when in reality, it’s really just procrastination. Vacuuming has become the epitome of perfectionistic procrastination in my life. First of all, I had a regular vacuum but I recently made a foolish mistake of resting it against the counter at an obtuse angle and bam! It fell to the ground and literally broke in half. Thanks, Amazon. Thanks. I’m glad my dad didn’t witness the event because he would have surely given me the “you get what you pay for” speech followed by a declaration of the simple solution: “Get a Dyson. It’s the ‘Tesla’ of Vacuums.”
Well, in defiance of dad (and common sense, I suppose), I elected to toss the carcass of the cleaner in the garbage bin and turn to my cutesy little mini vacuum. I reasoned with myself: “Until I am ready to make the investment in a ‘real’ vacuum, little mini vac will get the job done.”
Right.
Dust Busting
It’s actually sad to see so I’m glad no one ever really does take notice of my cleaning activities. I live in a modest old house with nooks and crannies. I have two beautiful absent-minded (when it comes to chores involving maintenance) children. Oh, and we have a dog. So there are always hairs…
