Why didn't I think of this sooner?

I am feeling rather brilliant today. As those of you who know me or regularly read this blog know, I am not a fan of housework. Nor am I very good at finding the time to do it.

So when the spring weather hit and my very loved, but very hairy, 95 pound German Shepherd --aka Wilson-- started shedding (and by shedding I mean I could make fur coats for the family with the hair that falls off this dog -- every week), the frequency at which I must vacuum increased exponentially.

He sheds so much that every morning that lone cowboy whistle would sound and we'd hear the shake of a rattlesnake's tail as tumbleweeds of Wilson-fur rolled on through the house. I could vacuum one day, and the next there would be a veneer of dog hair coating the rugs on the living room floor. And there's not much that gives me the heebie-jeebies worse than the feel of a cotton rag wiping up baby puke from a rug covered in fur. (Except maybe ripping apart dry cottonballs, but that's a topic for another post.)

Anyway, I simply could not keep up with the vacuuming. And after listening to Owen complain for the umpteenth time that he hated the way the rugs felt on his bare feet and seeing Eli look more and more like John as he grew a blond beard comprised of dog hair and peanut butter and rescuing Axel from choking on clumps of fur that he scrapes together during tummy time on the rug, I decided to do something about it.

Did I impose on myself a strict vacuuming schedule? No. Did I introduce a new morning routine of brushing the dog at the start of each day? Nope.

I simply rolled up the rugs and shoved them under the spare bed upstairs until next winter. Now there's nothing for the fur to cling to, and I just have to swoop down and collect the tumbleweeds that blow to the corners of the room a couple of times a day. I haven't had to get the vacuum out in two weeks.

Now if only I could find a way out of cleaning the kitchen....