My bedroom has been in a pretty desperate condition, overflowing with useless crap, and dirty clothes, and dust. I just keep putting new containers on the floor. My husband has about had it with me and the bedroom mess. I’d love to tell you that I put it off because my vacuum broke, but honestly, I was putting it off long before that.
Today, I borrowed a vacuum from my neighbor, and tackled the bedroom. I’m allergic to dust, so I was not really enjoying myself, but I distracted myself from the discomfort with some episodes of What Not to Wear and The Office.
Did I ever tell you how much I love having a DVR?