Sitting in tears and while I sniffle, sob and the dogs licking me and then me crying out "I just want to vacuum." At this point my entire world has fallen apart and then my 7yr old wrap her arms around me in a big hug causing me to start sobbing more. Then I hear her say "Well mom that was quite dramatic wasn't it, now what are you going to do!"
Good grief could I not cry some more and at least give myself more then a 5min pity party. I really have legitimate reasons right now. Well I am sure your all are wondering what in the world sent me in this tilly spin of a world this morning, well here is the scoop of what brought me down on my knees sobbing and crying this morning.
It started three days ago I was in one of those got to start deep cleaning modes since I am working on trying to get this place appraised. Anyways as I was working away my vacuum stopped sucking, so dismantling it and then putting it back together still nothing. Then on closer inspection I realized the hose was separating, so I decided to see if my mom could help me get this vacuum going. Three days later I went and picked it up worked great as long as I don't use the power nozzle and with carpet you sort of need that nozzle. So we dismantled it loaded in the truck so I can take it back over to my mom's house to see if anything can be done. In the meantime hubby went to the garage to dig out our old vacuum.
A few minutes later he comes plodding back in with it and all the pieces just as I knocked one of my favorite mugs out of my hand and crash right onto the floor. I should never pick up mugs with my right hand since it doesn't work well, you think after 6yrs, I would learn. So now we have not only glass that scattered from the kitchen right onto the dining room carpet, but dirt that dogs have tracked in from playing in the mud yesterday and who knows what else was lurking in an unswept carpet area for 3 days.
So thanking him and grabbing the other vacuum and plopping it open to check the bag, I got a whoosh of something that smelled like it died over a century ago. Now as I was turning green, gasping for air and praying I wasn't going to vomit, I realized the idiot who borrowed it used it as a wet vacuum and there it sat in my garage for 3 to 4 months like this. Oh my goodness I don't know what was worse trying to not upheave from the smell or try to stop the water works from coming on. As I sit there dismantle it and then getting the filter bag out and scrubbing it to death, it now hangs on the line as a symbol of Oh my goodness look at what this idiot did to me and symbol to me as Nope no vacuuming for you. Here I thought smashing my favorite mug was going to be the worse of my day, NOT. Now to see if I can borrow a vacuum until we can figure out what to do. Almost makes me nervous going to church to see what the sermon is on it may just send me in another water work episode. The good part of all of this at least I sort of feel better and my entire family is on their hands knees picking up big pieces of stuff that can been seen on the floor.