We have had a Dirt Devil, a Hoover and our current piece of crap (POC), a Bissell. We are saving money to buy a Dyson.
I have become quite the vacuum cleaner repair expert. I can almost take it apart and put it back together in my sleep. I know the sound to signal that the brush is no longer turning. I know the sound to signal the hose is plugged. There is a completely different sound for when it plugged in the undercarriage area versus the actual hose itself.
As I was taking our current POC apart this morning, I was sitting on the floor in the living room noticing that the areas around the room by the walls need to be cleaned and thought I should show the kids how to do this. (not at this time because I'm in a 'I can do it faster myself' mode) I decided to completely take apart the parts of the vacuum that can be washed, wash those and then get ready go around the room and brush at the walls to bring the stuff away from the wall so it can all be sucked up (hopefully) by the POC.
In the middle of doing this, the dryer signals that it is time to fold the clothes and move the ones from the washer to the dryer. As I'm doing this, I'm going over the list of the things I want to get done today before I head over to Amy's to watch the Oscars.
Suddenly, it hits me. I've turned into my mother! When did this happen? I remember having the "I'll never make my kids do..." conversations with myself when I had to brush crap from where the carpet meets the wall stuff.
I start to ponder this even further. Is this some sort of conspiracy? I start to think of some of the ways my mother and I are alike:
- both went back to school in our midthiries
- both make lists of things to be done
- both make lists of things to pack when leaving town
- both make lists of things to do or see when leaving town
- both feel the need to clean the area where the carpet and wall meet
- both are fun people
I could continue, but then I thought of the conversations my kids are more than likely having with themselves and can't help but laugh. By doing all of the "things I'll never make my kids do" as a kid, it has made me a pretty organized parent with kids that are pretty cool.
It's not so bad to be "my mother".
