Oh, come on! You know you have an addiction to at least one household responsibility!

Here are a few definitions for drug:

• Alters normal bodily function (stress to relaxation)
• Modifies a chemical process in the body for a specific purpose (stress hormones are decreased)
• A substance, often addictive, which affects the central nervous system (a sigh of relief)
• Alters mood, perception or consciousness (ahhhh, peaceful)

Examples of domestic drugs:

• Vacuuming
• Swiffering
• Dishes
• Laundry
• Organizing
• Cleaning out hobbit holes

My domestic drug of choice is vacuuming.  It’s one of the most highly addictive, mood altering, muscle relaxing drugs on the market.  My brand of drug is Rainbow.

My Rainbow makes my horns go down, steam ceases to blow from my ears and the hint of a smile creeps upon my face.

Amazing, just writing about vacuuming induces a deep breath. You should try some Rainbow.  I hear Dyson, Hoover and Dirt Devil are good too.

What is the household duty that brings you joy?

You name it, it’s on my floor. It doesn’t matter that I swiffered this morning, then vacuumed, then mopped and yes Swiffered again! As I walk through my house I can still see wisps of hair/fur mingling with the leaves that have so gracefully come into my house via the children.

It doesn’t help that the kids have a new disc swing in the backyard that conveniently rests over the only dry patch in the yard. Therefore, every time they jump/fall off the swing they cover themselves in dead grass and leaves.

Add to that the terrible sense of humor my son has (which means when he comes in and I say “STOP! Don’t shake, back up slowly.”  He smiles and wags his booty. Not funny.) and I can’t keep the dirtiness off my floors!

But, I’m not that irritated.  Seriously. I have this unhealthy love for Swiffering/mopping/vacuuming.  I come about this obsession quite honestly.  My dad used to vacuum multiple times a day. Seriously.  Can you tell I’m not joking by the double use of the word seriously in this paragraph.

I’d happily vacuum anyone’s house. That’s how crazy I am.

There is one thing that I truly hate though. This probably tops my pet peeve list.  I despise walking through the house when it’s dark and kicking a toy across the floor only for it to slam against something.  I really don’t like noise when my children are sleeping.  Poor Michael.  When he kicks the invisible toy I seem to forget that it’s not his fault.

If you’ve been to my house you know it’s relatively clean all the time but even so there is always that tumbleweed of fur and batman figurine to keep my obsession going.