Next time we cut holes in the concrete block in our basement for new windows, I'm going to pack up all my furniture and the kids' toys and Helen's million-and-one little pieces of play food, and find a place for them where they won't get dirty. Ha. Ha-ha.
This concrete dust is a monster on my back. I'm wiping and wiping, but merely rearranging it on every surface. I'm pacing myself by buckets of soapy water. 3 buckets, do some typing, 3 more buckets, check on Jack, 3 buckets...you get the picture.