It’s time to talk about another invention that’s made its way into our home: the Roomba.
Angus’s hair is absurd. We clean the apartment at least once a week, sometimes more often depending on how much hair is strewn across the couch, floor, rug, and bed. Sometimes, we have to clean the comforter and mattress to compensate for Angus’s sporadic attempts at jumping on the bed at night, even when we tell him not to. That’s where the Roomba steps in.
We bought a Roomba not too long ago by the time this post will be published, and it’s been an absolute godsend for our sanity and cleaning abilities. The Roomba is set for a specific time, twice a week, and it unloads itself from its holder and goes off. It’s an incredible invention that sucks up all the hair from the rug and floor, including the bathroom and bedroom, too. I remember my uncle used to have one, and I’m not sure what happened to it, but this hunk of junk is anything but junky. It saves us time, and has already helped our cleaning sensibilities. We only have to vacuum every once in a while since getting the Roomba, and when we do, it’s usually not much.
One of my fears originally about getting the Roomba was that Angus would be afraid of it, or would chase it around the apartment. He actually doesn’t seem to mind it at all and lets it do its thing. Again, this invention has saved so much time for us.
But above all, we love Angus so much. He’s a bundle of joy and excitement and honestly, earnestly fills our lives with happiness whenever he’s around. I hope he’s doing well now, sitting at home by himself without anyone around. I always worry about him a little bit when I go off to work.