Undomesticated

I have a confession to make. I don't exactly enjoy doing housework. I know shocking. In fact, we have someone come to our house twice a month to do the dirty work. Don't get me wrong, I am not a slob. I can't stand do have dishes out, and I do sweep and Shark my floors at least twice a week. However, dusting and vacuuming is something that only gets done twice a month when the lady comes to our house. Furthermore, our entire down stairs, except the master bedroom, is all wood or tile. Therefore, I don't feel all that guilty about not vacuuming. Last December, the lady mentioned that our vacuum was not suctioning as well as it should. With the arrival of Payton, I decided we needed an upgrade. I went out and purchased a new Dyson (which cost about the equivalent of a car payment). Derek put it together and we put it in the hall closet. I never used it (until last night). However, our lady said that it did excellent work and was very impressed.

Well, during the day on Wednesday, Daisy decided to destroy one of Payton's toys. It was a rattle that had all these little balls in it. I decided that I needed to vacuum the rug because of the hazard it posed to Payton. So, while Derek was playing with Payton last night, I got out the vacuum to clean up the area.

Here's the embarrassing part. I couldn't figure out how to use the darn thing. I could turn it on, but I couldn't figure out how to unlock it from the upright position. I am not kidding when I say I spend about 10 minutes trying to figure it out. When I couldn't, I moved on to plan B. Use the hose attachment, and waste another 5 minutes of my life figuring out how to detach the hose. I finally did and proceeded to clean the rug. Once I was finished, I tried to reattach the hose device. No success. By this point, I was so frustrated that I just put the whole vacuum cleaner, detached hose and all, back into the closet.

There you have it. My confession. I couldn't figure out how to use my own vacuum cleaner.