The following is a guest post from Mrs. PoPs at Planting Our Pennies. Feel free to check out their site!
Okay, so maybe the title of this post is a bit of hyperbole. Was I really ready to leave Mr. PoP over dirty floors? Probably not. But four months into renovations on our duplex, we were both working full time jobs, and then putting in 15-20 hours each of manual labor fixing up the duplex every weekend. I was pooped. Emotionally, physically, you name it.
I didn’t have the energy to keep our house as clean as I normally like (for the record, that’s pretty clean but not neat-freakishly clean). And when the rainy season hit and we both began tracking leaves and mud through the house constantly, I thought I was going to lose my mind trying to figure out how I could possibly have the time to sweep the floors (which are an ugly problem to start with), in addition to everything else.
It was a Saturday night, we had just both finished 12 hours of installing tile and painting walls, and we came home to filthy floors. I cried. I’m not proud of that, and it was (in hindsight) the pure exhaustion of everything that got to me. But apparently the only way I could communicate how exhausted I was feeling was to cry about dirty floors.
What is My Sanity Worth?
My cry for help (pun intended) rang loud and clear to Mr. PoP, because he finally realized that all my recent jokes about needing someone to come in and clean the floors for us were more than mere jokes. (He knows how cheap I am that I would never hire a cleaner when I can do it all myself.)
“What can fix this?”
“We could get a Roomba? But they’re expensive.”
“How much money will it take for you to stop feeling like this?”
It was 8:30 at night when we left for Bed, Bath, and Beyond. We had 15 minutes in the store to look over the models, and compare prices on our smart phones. Fast shopping, but effective. $300 later, we walked out the door with a brand new Roomba under my arm and I went about setting it up that night.
Love My Roomba!
Long story short, I love Roomba. He (yes our robot vacuum is a “he”) brings me joy everyday to come home and see what room he vacuumed that day. Kitty PoP even finally started to like Roomba, occasionally playing with the vacuum as Roomba roams around cleaning.
But Roomba’s awesomeness aside, we did learn something from this whole experience. Sometimes, yes sometimes, money really can buy happiness. In exchange for $300 that night, Roomba continues to bring me joy day after day. And my reduced stress over the floors makes Mr. PoP happy. And Kitty PoP has a robotic playmate.
And even better, Mr. PoP and I figured out that we needed to build in time (and some money) when we weren’t focused on our “real jobs” or our investment property, otherwise we were going to burn out. So we did. The work that was going to take us another six weeks at the duplex ended up taking eight weeks. But we didn’t drive our relationship to the brink overworking each other.
Lesson learned, and a major win for the PoPs.
Crystal’s Comments: I loved the Roomba we had but all our dog hair killed it in about a year (EDIT: We had bought a cheap office one that wasn’t made for the entire house for like $90, so it didn’t have a fighting chance). It was actually a little funny. It was already having a little trouble with one of our pieces of furniture. Everytime it hit it just right as it backed up, it would drop its booty – the back would just eject and sit there as my poor Roomba beeped that it was missing something. Eventually the dog hair (despite daily cleaning) got into its insides and messed it up. But that was when we had a Black Lab…I think it would do much better with us now with just a Pug and Dachshund. We’ll get another one in our new house that is mainly tile.
Have you ever had or thought about buying a Roomba? Any experiences to share?