Once upon a time before I had a child, my own home, or any desire to perform an ounce of extra work around the house, people made fun of me for my messiness. It became a widely known fact among my family and friends that I despised cleaning and tolerated rather gross living situations. I didn’t want to spend my time doing it and as long as things were organized (I lived by the saying “organized chaos”), I could not have cared less if the floors hadn’t been cleaned in weeks (months?). My family, who I thought were too fiercely clean and Type A about personal belongings’ whereabouts, could not handle my presence. I was definitely the odd person out and it was just another reason why I believed my brother and sister every time they told me I was adopted. A tornado surely followed me as I left disasters in my wake, unbeknownst to me.

And then my mindset slowly began to shift. I started cleaning before people came over. (Obviously I realized it was the socially acceptable thing to do?) I got married, moved out of ghetto housing (sorry, Baltimore, I’ll always heart you), and…got pregnant! That is when everything started to change. I began cleaning and nesting and despising dirt on the floor. Now, the older Waverley gets the more intense I am about maintaining a clean house. Or, let’s be real, perhaps not a clean house but at least a clean floor. It is all about the floor with a little one who has insurmountable figure ground skills and can locate the tiniest speck of dirt and quickly shove it in her mouth with gusto. Then, the Dear went and started eating solids and my floors became reminiscent of scenes from a civil war battleground! I started vacuuming every night, which consisted of lugging out my huge vacuum, changing the adapter, plugging it in, vacuuming every nook and cranny 10 times because it could never quite get it all, and rarely had a moment to rest. My newfound persona was seriously ruining my life.

So I decided I needed something cordless, lightweight, easily portable, and able to go over several surfaces. After much deliberation (because my New Self couldn’t convince my Old Self that it was logical to spend this much on a vacuum rather than shoes), I opted for the Dyson V6 Motorhead Cordless Vacuum and- I acknowledge the theatrics, but- my life seriously changed for the better! I save so much time each night by just grabbing this little gal to do my dirty work and I still have time for normal evening activities, like binge-watching Orange Is the New Black and eating the chocolate we brought back from Germany as gifts for other people. Yes! All thanks to the Dyson V6 Motorhead.

I had the opportunity to chat with someone from Dyson, and told them my transformative story from Pig Sty to Mediocre Cleaner. They said, oh yeah? Wait until you try the new Dyson V6 Mattress. I said, well, I am not that crazy into cleaning. Who buys a mattress vacuum anyway?

Well, clearly people are and everyone absolutely should! I started reading up on the disgusting facts about what takes residence in our mattresses and literally started dry-heaving. Dust mites and their feces causing a multitude of unfortunate afflictions such as allergic rhinitis, eczema, and asthma. Gross. Does your skin start itching when you read things like that? Mine does.

{Gross- look at everything it sucked up!}

The kind folks at Dyson sent over a Dyson V6 Mattress vacuum to test out and review for all of you. I am happy to report that it has become another invaluable tool in my cleaning repertoire and makes me despise the act of cleaning a little less each time. It is so light, portable, and versatile. We use it on the mattress (obviously!) yet also in the car, window sills, small corners that only Waverley can reach, and even on Charlie who seemed to run away from the larger vacuums. (What’s his deal?) Nate, who is ever the Type A cleaner, has really gotten into it as well. As someone with a busy schedule, a hairy dog, a little person who delights in shouting “I made MESSSS!” while simultaneously crumbling her food onto the floor approximately 2-100 times per day, I am always looking for products that make my life easier and provide more time to do the things I want to do. We take what we can get, right?

I’m starting to face the light and realize cleaning is a part of life whether I like it or not. It’s better to stay on top of it on a daily or weekly basis than let it pile up so badly professional carpet cleanings are required every 4 months (which was my MO in grad school. Oops!). At least there are awesome products out there that help not just in cleaning, but in saving time, promoting health, and just making it easier to check yet another task off of the list.

{Thanks so much to Dyson for supporting pearls on a string and sponsoring this post!}