One of my all-time favorite parenting books
Growing up, vacuuming was a real chore. Our industrial-strength canister vacuum looked
like R2D2 minus the cool lights and funny voice, and hauling that
clunky thing around was as much work as the vacuuming itself. We’d bang it
against walls and furniture just moving from room to room, and
going up and down stairs was out of the question. Dust mopping, in comparison, was
efficient. Four times as wide as any broom we had in the house, our dust mop with
its nifty little swivel device in the center made it easy to turn at the end of
every pass across our hardwood floors. Good
tools just make life easier.
