Honestly, I'm not the best troubleshooter. I tell my little nanny fella all the time with an adamant heart and nerd finger poking the sky, "Every problem has a solution. We'll figure it out!" (He always says "finger it out!" which is really just too much for me to handle). Anyway, that's just my default gear for character building and raising a little one with resolve. It seems like the right thing to say to a child, riiiight? I'm a very methodical being in some aspects but generally, my heart strong-arms my head. When it comes to my everyday life, I usually just get hyper-frustrated and melt down.
We bought a new Dyson around Christmastime last year and ever since, I've been wondering what all the hype is about. Ours overheats, powers down, and gives us the silent treatment for a day or however long it feels... which is rather junky in terms of sweeping our place hair-free of both white kitty fuzz and coarse Sarah frizz.
That is, until today. Our vac started cooking, per usual, and grumbling like an old man with a tickle in his throat. An aww helllll naw, (I don't really talk like that) I was determined to make this a non-issue. One thing led to another and I disassembled the hose, jammed a copper pipe down it, and out popped the problem- A lint rat. Some lucky charms. And the piece to my iPhone charger that'd been missing for ages. Wouldn't ya know it?! It wasn't about a dirty filter or the motor out to get me, or even a diabolical plan between Dyson and the universe.
So there's that, a boring little tale about our vacuum. Moral of the story (lean in real close for this one): The brain. It's not just a hat rack, my friends.