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 