I shouldn’t have been so excited about a vacuum cleaner. Three years ago I wouldn’t have been. I would’ve been all, “yeah, cool, that’ll come in handy now and then, ta”.
But it’s not three years ago. It’s now. And now I’m pregnant and in possession of a toddler. So a Dyson cordless vacuum is just about the sexiest thing you could offer me. Because toddler. Because now my life is roughly 75% cleaning up shit. ALL DAY LONG.
Never in my life have I spent so much time on my hands and knees picking up crap. I can’t tell you whether my floors are dirtier or cleaner than ever before. But what I can tell you is that a large part of motherhood is cleaning. It’s boring.
And when I say boring, I don’t just mean the cleaning. There are a lot of boring things about being a mum.
WHAT!? How dare you! Motherhood is amazing! It’s a #blessing!
Yeah yeah, that’s true, but let’s be honest here, it’s also so FREAKING repetitive.