Vacuuming is a necessary evil

I hate vacuuming. In fact, until just a few months ago, I didn't vacuum. That was my husband's job. Of course, since our son was born, I've been much more diligent about cleaning; and I've take back the vacuuming duties. 

Sometimes, though, I am still slack. Today, I just couldn't take it anymore. I was afraid that the furballs floating around the floor would grow legs and become household pets. So, I relented and busted out the trusty Bissell.

And here is (part of) what I thought while undertaking this heinous task:

• It is darn near impossible to vacuum well while holding an infant.
• I'm not sure how either of my pets has any fur left. (Especially the cat.)
• I will not be replacing these animals when they die.
• I always thought the light on the front of the vacuum was stupid. However, I discovered that it is handy when you dip into the bathroom for a quick sweep. At the very least, it illuminates the cat fur that's floating around. 
• My living room rug is, in fact, colored...not just shades of grey.
• I'm ridiculously glad that our vacuum doesn't require vacuum bags. (I'd go broke buying them.)
• The flooring company did a great job installing our wood floors, but a terrible job nailing in the quarter-round at the baseboards. I need to figure out how to fix that before my kid starts crawling and pulling pieces - nails and all - out of the wall.