I hate cleaning floors. Several years ago, I admitted cleaning floors was a thing I don't do. I pay a wonderful woman to come clean my house every couple of weeks and I had just decided that was going to have to be good enough.
Unfortunately, I learned I also hate dirty floors.
I'm not a clean freak. I don't notice dust. I can live with a certain amount of quotidian clutter. However, dirty floors drive. me. crazy.
It's all I notice. I tried having people take off their shoes. I trained the boys pretty well, but my husband is stubborn and my dog tracks in all manner of dirt. As I walk through the house, it's all I notice - a leaf here, a dustball there.
I also got a cordless vacuum and told myself I'd start sweeping nightly after dinner.
That lasted approximately 48 hours.
Finally, I decided I needed a better solution. I'd heard of Roombas - aka vacuuming robots - before. My in-laws had one, but I'd never really thought much about owning myself.
However, that was before I had three kids and zero leisure time.
I ordered one and waited patiently for its arrival.
Y'all. It took me one week to fall very, very hard for my Roomba.
I parked it under my sofa and scheduled it to run Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday mornings. On those days, I close the doors in the hallway and use virtual walls to contain the Roomba to our den and kitchen - the highest traffic areas in our home.
During the week, I'm usually sitting at my desk in the back of the house when I hear him come on. The sound of that little machine cleaning my floors as I sit and do my work is literally the best part of my week.
It took me a few weeks to figure out the best parameters and schedule for Carson and every once in a while I forget to close a door and he gets caught on my bedroom rug. He simply shuts down and waits patiently for me to come rescue him.
I love this robot SO. MUCH.
I now have clean floors without having to actually clean them. It's like a miracle straight out of The Jetsons.
Forget flying cars! I'll take my Roomba any day of the week.