Most of you know I have my regular routines. Things I do every day in pretty much the same order - I'm flexible, though, so there is some wiggle room for all my petty little details.
The one non-negotiable detail in my life is my need to vacuum every evening. I get Sissy in the bath and do all that, then I walk down the hall to let the Evil Twin know it's "his turn". He sits with her while she plays and then gets her out, dries her off and puts on her PJs. While he does that, I vacuum the area rugs in the den and dining room.
There are always crumbs, hair and bird feathers all over the place and Sissy is deadly terrified of the vacuum, so that's why I do it while she is still in the tub.
So, last night, I'm doing my usual routine and there is something on the carpet that is not coming up.
I lean over and flick it. It's a hard bit of I-don't-know-what. But, I flick it and it breaks loose from the rug and I proceed to run it over again with the vac and clean it up.
Why? Why do we do this? Why dislodge a bit of debris and then vac it instead of just picking it up and throwing it away?
I think it's the same compulsion that drives me to press the elevator button a zillion times while fully realizing my efforts don't make the elevator arrive any quicker.
Happy Tuesday, campers! I'm off for a shower and to get my daily chores started. Yay (did you hear the sarcasm there? LOL).