My cleaning lady is being replaced by a robot.

Oh Roomba, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways…

We just got a Roomba last week. I already love it like a new pet. It’s so freaking adorable, the way it hustles across the room. I’ve imagined a whole personality for it. He (it’s a boy) is afraid of heights and jealous of Scarlett’s toys. Sometimes he can get really distracted by cords, but a firm correction, and then everything is rosy again.

Seriously, It was a great buy. The little guy had some trouble at first with the rugs, but after I trimmed back the carpet padding, he can finally climb up onto them. Otherwise, it’s the most brilliant invention! I set the scheduler and when I think of it, put the chairs up on the dining room table and when I get home, the floors are nearly spotless.

I wonder if the hubster would let Mr. Roomba sleep in the bed with us and Scarlett? HA!