The Dyson

My parents gave us a Dyson for Christmas. It was my idea. I asked for it months ago. Brian kind of laughed at the idea and said we definitely did not need it. After all, we have a perfectly good vacuum. I told him that the Dyson was the Mac Daddy of all vacuums and with 2 kids and a dog - it was necessary.

On Christmas morning - I delved into the Dyson box and prepared it for its test run. Well - let me tell you that I didn't even have a chance. Brian wandered over and took it out of my hands and started vacuuming. Before I knew it - he had vacuumed the entire house and was commenting on how "great" the Dyson was. I heard him make the following comments:

"What great suction."
"Look at all the dirt it is picking up!"
"This vacuum is so easy to maneuver."
"Wow - this vacuum is nice."
"It has a nice sound to it. You know - it's not too loud."

I sat on the couch and watched him and kind of laughed. I knew it wouldn't take long for him to be hooked on the Dyson. After all, Brian is a clean freak and he always has taken over the "vacuum duties" in our household. Since Christmas day - the house has been vacuumed more times than I can count. Sometimes - it is vacuumed TWICE per day. Sometimes I get scolded if I try to put it away. I am met with a comment like, "Hey - don't put the vacuum away. I am going to vacuum more later on."

Huh? Okay honey. If you say so. Thanks mom and dad. The Dyson has turned my husband into a cleaning machine. Even more than before. A man after my own heart.