The Roomba quickly grew on me, and I shocked myself every time I turned it on at night to do a sweep of the ground floor of my house, but it saved me a good half-hour; how could I not?
Three months later, we were all home indefinitely, all day, without cleaning help. I thanked Hashem for my husband’s gift. Knowing I had that crutch to save me from at least one task and maintain a sense of normalcy, despite all the other things that fell by the wayside, was huge for me.
Fast-forward to today. I still use it nightly, and it’s up there with one of my favorite gifts ever. Unconventional, maybe, but what’s the price tag on quality of life?
It’s funny how sometimes the things you least expect to go viral do just that. I can’t help but feel compelled to analyze this trend. It’s a fascinating window into human tendencies and patterns.
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