All I Want For Christmas
Having kids has taught me that there are some things in life that you just don’t need (like a drawer full of socks) and then there’s the things you simply cannot bare to live without. There are things in my house that I have learned are not important when you have kids: like carpeting. It’s only going to get stained and ruined by milk, fruit juice, feces, urine, yogurt, popsicles, berries, mud, crayons, play-doh, paint, guacamole, salsa, and even wine when you stumble over a matchbox car at the end of a hard day. And rugs are the same. Don’t spend a fortune on a beautiful oriental rug just to have it tortured by small hands painstakingly grinding crumbs into it day after day. Hardwood floors are the way to go.
And don’t even get me started on furniture. I used to laugh, back when I was single & naive, at those slipcovers for your couches and chairs. “Who would ever buy these?” I would mock. Now I know that it was probably just a poor parent sick of cleaning their furniture and thought it would be best to just cover it up that came up with that invention. When you get to the point that your stains have stains and cleaning it only leaves an even bigger stain, and someone asks, “What is that?” and you reply, “That was yogurt on pee I think, but now it’s just a big water stain.”, then you know it’s time to break down and buy one of these genius creations. Don’t even bother buying new furniture until the kids are out of the house.
If you have kids the best investment you can make is in a good vacuum. You’re gonna need it. In fact, I use mine daily. Just remember to clean it regularly because the combination of cat fur and cereal really builds up. And, unfortunately, it can kill your most valued tool. As you may have guessed, my beloved Dyson has now died. I am already dreading the piles of dirt and crumbs that are going to start accumulating. And this is where all of my pairs of socks come into good use. If I layer up enough pairs, I won’t have to feel the crunch beneath my feet, right?
And so when someone asks me what I want this year, I’m telling them a new vacuum, a slipcover, and what the heck, maybe one more pair of fuzzy socks.
My Dyson has been resurrected! The layers of crumbs have been successfully excavated from my floor! <sigh of relief> Turns out a good filter cleaning and cool down was the cure. But my poor crockpot has bit the dust; huge crack across the bottom that leaks. How on Earth did that happen?