Deep down under the dining table, lying in the dark abyss of the
And there they sit. Waaaaay too long. 'Cause I broke my dang vacuum.
It's an older vacuum that's actually worth repairing, thank goodness. Once I get it to the shop, which is 30 minutes away, I'll have another 3-5 days before it's ready for pickup. If I don't borrow a vacuum real soon, we're going to have to evacuate or just keep shoes on. Gross, I know.
It's a constant battle at mealtimes. The boy, who's 1, pops a chunk of steamed carrot into his mouth, throws one over the side. Pops another in his mouth, throws another over the side. I pick up the large bits, as best I can. But, other times I'm in a hurry and think, I'll get to it later; gotta run.
Who puts carpet in the dining area anyway?!
If this weren't a rental, I'd rip that nasty stuff out and put down something wipeable...probably in the entire house. Cause we all know it's not just the floor under the table that takes a beating. Can we say "potty training?" For. real.