A few weeks after that I noticed the system wasn't working too well. I called my father, who knows all about this stuff. He came over one afternoon and after much time he pulled out three hand fulls of side walk chalk, a hot wheel car, and a handful of "pretties" otherwise known as play jewelry. We had a little talk with our daughter about NOT putting things in the vacuum outlets.
SO fast forward to this weekend. It snowed and the condo complex spread salt out and so I decided it would be nice to clean up the salty mess that our house had become. Well again the vacuum was not working well. I sat down to "snake" the main outlet that I use and my daughter announces: "Markers in there!" Now I have noticed some of her markers are missing. I ask her if she put some in there and she said "No". I made a mad face and she said "Uh-oh." I call my husband down. I get our daughter to tell her father what she put in the vacuum and then put my head in my hands. She responds by saying "Mommy sad." Yes I had tears running down my face, one because I was so upset that yet again my vacuum is not working, and two because my daughter is cracking me up with her responses to this minor crisis. My hubby and I go about to try to solve this problem ourselves. We were FAR from successful. My dear hubby did all he could to fix it and clean up the floors. I had taken a break and was eating my dinner. I then realized how my husband was trying so hard to make it all better for me. I told he could stop, that I wasn't mad, upset, or anything, just hungry and wanted to eat.
Today I spoke to my father, God love him, about they continued problem. He came over and an hour and half later he finally recovered....(long dramatic pause inserted here) more chalk. It had gotten wedged in there, probably from the first time, and my father was able to break it up so he could get it out. Yes I tried to help my dad, he didn't really want my help. Again I had another conversation with my toddler about central vac etiquette. I thanked my father profusely for again restoring my vacuuming abilities.
SO what does this have to do with Rapid Resolution Therapy? I know that with out the work I have done with Dr. Jon Connelly I would have been mad about that silly vacuum system for like two days. And I was upset, frustrated with it for like less than an hour and then it was just funny. Rapid Resolution makes even small daily irritants easy to cope with!
Be well, Be happy-
Tara S. Dickherber, M.Ed, CPC

2 comments:
OMG!! I was laughing my face off, out loud!! I know when this happened it was anything but funny...probably. But reading it from the outside it is like some madcap comedy that is just outrageously funny. I LOVE the way your wrote about it, so honestly, dearly, lovingly, funny. And your PRECIOUS little girl is just too dang dear for words. Oh my word, she is a hoot. I can see her in my mind's eyes from photos you have posted of her, and I just see this little angel who is innocently full of mischief. Ohhhh, you just gotta love it. Thank you dear Tara. This made my day. It REALLY did. I need a good laugh today. Hugs, Robin
I dont have a central vac system but boy, I wish I did. Jackson drops all kinds of crap in our vents the ones in the floor AND in the wall! It's amazing the heat works!
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