Anyhoo: summer. If a measure of a mother's devotedness is the state of her disheveled, unkempt house, then I am doing awesome:
|My "dining room"|
|The game room - that is a "fort"|
Really, the sole casualty this summer? My primo Dyson Animal Hair Vacuum.
I am not easy on vacuums. What with the jillion children and a white lab who sheds a polar bear's worth of thick white pelt each summer, my vacuums have to be exceptionally overachieving. So after many years of buying the El Cheapo vacuum at Walmart, last summer I decided to splurge and got the creme de la creme - the "Vacuum that Never Loses Suction" (said in the refined Germanic tone of Mr. Dyson).
Alas, this guy lasted 10 months Chez VT.
|Dyson is no match for my brood|
Suction lost. My home is coated in a week's worth of Skippy fur, which has the half life of the Jurassic era and will probably haunt the inhabitants of this home until 3025. Back to the drawing board, Mr. Dyson.