I’m just curious. Is it still a dust bunny when there are cobwebs, a piece of cereal and a dead beetle attached to it? Dust “bunny” evokes a sweet, cuddly image and this thing that I found behind my couch is anything but. It’s just another joy that you get to experience when cleaning.
Another favorite of mine is discovering that my children have vacuumed up a sock or an action figure or anything that gives the vacuum a bad case of indigestion. I generally figure it out after I’ve run the vacuum over about half the carpet before realizing that it’s not picking up anything. When I go to investigate, turning the machine upside down and peering at its backside, I begin to pull out treasure after treasure like the magician with the twelve foot scarf. Of course the next thing I find is that the belt has snapped and I never seem to have a replacement on hand.
I also love running the garbage disposal only to find that a spoon has been dropped in it. Half my spoons have scratchy edges from taking a spin in the garbage disposal. I can’t clean the kitchen without getting the belly of my shirt wet, and I will always find a sticky spot within half-an-hour of mopping the floor.
Why do I do it? Obviously that dust bunny has had no trouble living independently for months now and so I have to wonder why I bother trying to clean at all. It never ends and my house is never actually clean. Then I watch an episode of “Hoarders” and I don’t have to wonder any more. I clean my house so that I don’t have sleep on my counter in a sleeping bag because my bed has disappeared under a pile of junk. Extreme? Maybe, but it’s motivating.
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I've decided it's impossible, no matter how hard you try, to have your whole house clean all at once so you might as well embrace those dust bunnies and their friends that they collect along the way. They just add character to your home.
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