In the early days, the vaccuum was helpful in calming Remy. Not that he was colicky or anything, but young infants sometimes get a little worked up and need help working themselves back down. The vaccuum noise could do that.
Now the vaccuum has the opposite effect. Even if I have him safely up in the nursery while I do a quick vaccuum down in the kitchen. Distress. Or, yesterday, when Gary vaccuumed up some sand he’d tracked indoors with Remy in the same room. Panic. Even before he turned on the machine. Just plugging it in was enough to cause worry.
This makes it difficult to get any vaccuuming done. We vaccuum infrequently as it is, but now we have an obstacle in addition to pure inertia. If you come by to visit, don’t expect a spotless clean house. You’re sure to be even more disappointed than usual.