A Roomba of My Own.

by Stefanie Wilder-Taylor


Here’s a big old downside to having three kids under the age of five: dirt. Not just your average dirt but challenging messes, stinky smells, unsightly stains of unknown origin. Sometimes I will walk through my living room, across what used to be a lovely Persian rug and I will feel a horrible stab into the bottom of my foot. When I reach down I am sure to find paraphernalia from Elby’s Ice-cream Hamburger Play Dough Kit at best. At worst I may see that I’m bleeding from an errant thumb tack or plastic fork. The bottom line is that I clearly need to spend more time cleaning and less time bitching or blogging or whatever the hell else is taking up my days lately (No, Jon, I’m not ignoring the housekeeping because I’m busy playing Scramble on Facebook) But, in my defense, it’s really hard to keep the place tidy because as soon as I clean up one mess, another one crops up in its place. Have you ever tried to clean macaroni and cheese off the floor only to realize that from your new vantage point you can see tuna fish on the walls that you missed the last time?


Every evening my husband and I traipse around the house trying to at least clear a path to the couch so we can watch TV without bruising ourselves. Even if the floor is devoid of toys, we still can’t walk barefoot unless we want to have dirty feet from the crumbs and dirt the babies trekked in from the park. Something needs to change. We have someone who comes in to clean once every two weeks to protect our house from incubating the hauntavirus but an hour after she’s left you’d never know she’s been here. It’s not enough; we need live-in help.


And this is where I have a genius idea: We’re buying a Roomba. Why didn’t I think of this earlier? Maybe it’s because until today I only had a vague idea of what a Roomba is. I had a vague notion of a rogue robot vacuum cleaner that “senses” dirt and attacks but it sounded so futuristic that I hadn’t actually realized they’re already available to the general public. I thought perhaps they’re still in the stage where only astronauts can own them or scientists with a special license. But today I wandered through Bed, Bath & Beyond and I came upon a display of Roombas with an accompanying in-store commercial. Turns out these little guys are domesticated and ready to bring home for personal use. I watched the video and Roomba looked downright harmless just spinning around like a big Ms. Pac-Man gobbling up crayon bits and orange Nerds while avoiding coffee table legs like it’s its job. But obviously you don’t plunk down three hundred bucks (minus 20% because I have a coupon) on a robot without doing a little research. The first clerk who approached looked kind of worried when I said I had questions and he quickly sent over a woman who I guess is more versed with the robots.



We have a Roomba and I LOVE it! My son is 4 and he is always wanting to run the robot, he thinks it is so cool. It really works great and really can work unattended, it can even go over cords without sucking them up like a real vacuum does. My cats just get out of the way if it comes near them, and we just have to watch our step if it is around. I really do recommend it. We did however get a closeout model so we only paid around $150 for ours.


Yes, stick with the socks. When I first dated my husband he had 2 roommates and they had a roomba, such a joke, I tripped over it constantly and still never went barefoot, ever!