I wish I could remember which one of my fabulously smart Mommy friends recently heard me complain about the copious amounts of dog hair wafting around in my house and my resulting compulsion to vacuum every twenty-five seconds. Whoever she was I do know that she, with a knowing smile, suggested I purchase a Dust Buster and turn it over to the small people.
Hallelujah.
I swear, they fight over the thing. They like it so much I have to charge it nightly. We have to set a timer so they can take turns every two minutes. Wouldn’t want anyone to get robbed of their own precious cleaning time!
Gotta go. Children approach. Must lift my feet.
Confessions of a Serial Swooper 
Great idea! It’s cheaper than a Roomba too. I’ve always wondered how well those robot vacuums work.
The Roomba. Hahaha….someone’s staying up too late watching infomercials!
Brilliant!!! I’m going to put this to the test this afternoon. Got any nifty suggestions to get them to put clothes in the hamper right-side-out?
Actually, I do! Big Brother and I had it OUT on this very inside-out subject. I eventually just threw his clothes into the laundry as they were and then left them inside out when I folded and put them back in his drawer (they get clean either way). Since he vehemently insists on dressing himself in the mornings, it eventually made him crazy to have to take the time to right them without my help if he was going to wear the items he loves most. He got the point. Problem solved.
Well, except for socks but I think that might be asking too much.