Today little kid has already dumped out a bag of goldfish crackers (all over my floor), crushed a granola bar into smithereens and threw it (all over my floor) and brought a small bucket of dirt in from the back deck and dumped it (all over my floor).
I guess this means I really *have* to vacuum today. I hate the vacuum. I thought for sure if Mr. Ashley got me the purple Dyson that would change, but I was wrong. It's still loud and I have to plug it in and push it around and I just hate it.
Someone really needs to be watching these kids.