There are times that we look back at in life, and just laugh, at either our ignorance or sweet innocence or pure bliss, hard times, great times, there are millions of reasons. It is one thing when you do it, another when you know you will look back at your present time and not be able to do anything other than simply laugh.
I know this is one of those times in my life, it hit me as I was on my hands and knees again, it seems to happen a lot these days. Sweeping... we don't have a vacuum, we don't have a log handle mop, or broom ( I do at times borrow the building one that is left out sometimes.) I had already scooted my way around the living and dining room along with the kitchen, the bedroom had been hit and was onto the bathroom (our last room), wedged between one of Alex's bikes on the turbo trainer, the toilet and a storage stand I stretched to try to get the last bits of Baxter hair from our floor. That was when it hit me, once again telling myself that I could not wait until we had a vacuum of our own (I do have the exact one picked out). For various reasons we have not purchased one in the UK yet, some people out there understand more of why... others not but either way, I look forward to blissfully vacuuming around every other day with a beautiful purple ball trailing behind me. It really is the little things!
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