I successfully held down the fort while Gabe was frolicking (hehe) on the beach in Destin - Still bitter about his 5 days with a whole lot of sun while it poured 4 of the 5 days in Seattle! I learned something about myself while he was away .....
I am surprisingly WAY more productive when he is home.
While I was solo: I did some damage shopping with my partner in crime (more about my new "hot" pants soon), worked a lot, let the cleaning fall by the waste-side, stayed up past my bedtime every night doing who knows what, etc. Let's just say, cheers to not being single and living by myself because I did not thrive off it.
With less than 24 hours before hubby comes home,
I needed to focus and get to work crossing off my to-do list
So, I got to work and made the house spic and span - Who doesn't want to come home to a spotless home?! Sadly, I think I killed the vacuum cleaner in the process. I accidentally vacuumed up one of Gabe's dress socks, oops, didn't mean to get as close as I did. The sock got stuck in the belt, and I continued vacuuming or at least attempted. I thought the sock was swooped up and would make it's way into the vacuum bag. Not quite. The vacuum cleaner wouldn't "go" and required me using a lot of force, so I did what I could to take it apart and scope it out. No luck. Then, I see smoke trickling out of the vacuum and smell something burning. Dang, what did I do! Ah-hah, I see the source of the problem, the sock is stuck in the vacuum belt. Lots of tugging later, I freed the sock, but oddly the vacuum now won't work.
Is it the engine? Did I break the belt?
I wish my Paw Paw was here - he is truly our families Mr. Fix-it!
When I informed hubby, he said he laughed out loud.
Did he offer to help .... NOPE!