But I want a vacuum.
I know, I know. I said Santa had better never get me a cleaning item for Christmas. But this year, that’s exactly what I want.
Perhaps it’s because I’m going to be at home more, and I’m honing in on my trophy wife duties. But the thought of waking up to a swept and vacuumed house just sounds so amazing.
Oh yea, did I fail to mention that the vacuum I want is a robotic one? You didn’t actually think I mean I wanted to do it did you?
I’ve heard nothing but good things from people who have them. One of my coworkers says it’s great. It leaves fresh vacuum lines everywhere then docks itself to charge when done. Another woman told me she never vacuums herself anymore, but my husband is skeptical.
“I like to vacuum,” he says. “It’s easy!”
Ya, okay, we agree we both can tolerate running the machine over our living room rug and through two small bedrooms once a month. But sweeping? We both hate it. And this little sucker would do it for us, every day, by itself!
Anyone have a Roomba? Please tell me it’s as awesome as I’m imagining.
And someone tell Santa I changed my mind.