Extra Help

I guess my family didn’t want to help sweep or vacuum anymore.  Or maybe they just didn’t want to hear me complaining about how many times a day I have to sweep.   We have a crawling baby and anyone who has ever had a crawling baby knows that sweeping and vacuuming is imperative.  If there’s something little on the floor, the baby’s mouth will find it.   Until now!

Pumba our new Roomba will find it.   It’s an amazing little machine that drives itself around our house and sweeps and vacuums up the dust, dog hair and crumbs.   It gets everything.   After a few hours it gets tired and drives itself back to it’s charging station and hops on to reboot.   The first time we ran it the whole family sat and watched it for an hour.   So amazing.   The most amazing party is the time it saves me.   I didn’t realize how much time I was spending sweeping.   Dirty floors bother me and I was sweeping multiple times a day.   We have a large family and a lot of floors.   Pulling out the vacuum is work too and didn’t happen every day.   Now Pumba runs every morning after the kids are off to school and every night after the little ones go to bed.   Since I don’t have to spend time cleaning I have more time for other things like laundry.

Today while my Roomba cleaned my floors, I threw a load of laundry in my wonderful washing machine, a load in the dryer, started a load of dishes to be cleaned in the dishwasher and threw some flour into the bread machine to make some bread.   Take a second to think about how long it would have taken me to do all those tasks in 1918.   I would have had to wake up at 4am to make my bread from scratch, then spend half an hour sweeping.   It would have taken me at least two hours to wash and hang all the laundry for our 7 children at home.  Many hours later I might have some dry clothes to fold before starting on the breakfast dishes.   When did they find time to get anything done?

I am thankful to live in such a time as Robotic vacuums.   I remember watching the cartoon the Jetsons when I was a kid and thinking they had the right idea with robotic everything.   We are entering that time now.   I am excited to see what cool inventions are on the horizon.   Cars are starting to drive themselves so maybe we aren’t that far off the Jetson’s flying cars.  No more pot holes would be nice!

I think we need to stop and be thankful for the scientist and engineers who have brought us to this point in time where we can be so productive.

 

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