By Mark Noble
I don’t know how it is in your home, but promptly at 6:30 a.m., the vacuum is running. Granted, I’m still in bed, as our routines are very strange — at night I make sure my daughter is in bed (or try to) and in the morning Nancy makes sure she is up and ready for school, but I drive her there. So, as I am a late owl, I squeeze every ounce of the night out and follow-through to doing the same of my sleep in the morning. I roll out of bed at 7 or 7:10 a.m. and, in my pajamas, drive my daughter to school. No worries, I’m up and ready for work at 8 a.m. (I work out of the house.)
But, back to the 6:30 a.m. vacuum. It still sings. That’s Nancy pushing it along and supporting its song. She still finds time to squeak this into the morning. I don’t know if it’s “busy work,” or what, although I do know that Nancy is a fanatic of not having pet hair around. I’m sure it’s a stress reliever. OK, well maybe.
I’d rather hear the vacuum sing than Nancy scream. So, for now, I won’t. But come April 1, I will.