
I’ve told you before that I’m a slob. No amount of good intentions seems to change it. I’m either ready for Good Housekeeping to come photograph – and woe betide anyone who messes anything up – no cooking going on – etc., or it’s our ‘regular’ house status, where the above sign is true.
Sometimes I can simply ignore the problem. When the hairballs start being wafted across the floor by the air conditioning vents, some of them trying to grab your leg as you pass, it’s time to vacuum. Amber, our 95-pound yellow lab, is the major contributor to showing how bad a housekeeper I am. I’ve tried using a ‘defurminator’ tool on her to preemptively collect hair she will shed. I’ve even tried running the vacuum tool over her back, though she really didn’t like that. More frequent baths don’t help, either. She walks through a room – sometimes right after I’ve run the vacuum AGAIN – and sits down. The hair scatters as she plops down, carried by the breeze.
So at the top of today’s list is vacuuming the tiled areas on the first floor AGAIN this morning and the carpeted areas AGAIN this afternoon. If this would STAY done at least ONE day, I wouldn’t get so hostile…