A Bouquet of Grass with a Note of Dust

I had found a rhythm for housework, things were getting done. The baby was asleep, I had finally sorted through a large quantity of laundry. It was time to tackle vacuuming. My young son freaks when I pull the vacuum out. He seems to be mistaking it for...something cool. He sees the vacuum cleaner and … Continue reading A Bouquet of Grass with a Note of Dust