Lately, the baby is afraid of the sound of the vacuum (not the actual vacuum).
Most days the vacuum leans against the wall with a sad cover of dust.
When he passes by, he signs "all done" or "loud".
Sometimes he likes to touch or even push the vacuum.
But cleaning has been on a definite hold.
Not that I mind. Sooo many other things I would rather do.
Read. Write. Crochet. Yoga. Sleep....
Today my guys went to the beach and I had a free hour to myself to unwind.
I can't explain why, maybe it's the allure of the forbidden, but I *vacuumed*.
And not in a limp cursory manner.
Hair in a ratty bun, I moved all the furniture in all the rooms.
Stereo all to myself, I blasted the Immaculate Collection.
Fully committed, I used the accessory parts to get those hard to reach corners.
Sometimes I need quiet moments to unwind, and sometimes I need noise noise noise:)
