I’ve been doing some side work from home lately. It’s been nice, the kids are away for summer and my only home responsibility is our new puppy, Charlie. Today I had a huge project and a deadline.
I started on my work early; I forced the dogs out of bed and outside so as not to be interrupted for at least a little while. All was going well until about an hour ago …
It’s been 12 hours since I opened my laptop and began my project. It’s finished but so is my brain. I’m basically numb in the noggin.
In my infinite wisdom I pulled back my chair in triumph only to knock over a very large, very full potted plant. It didn’t seem too bad considering someone forgot to water it. Just loose dry dirt in a heap. I got the broom and started to sweep. While I was basically just moving potting soil around (to make it look like nothing happened) I noticed it was probably time to just turn on the robotic vacuum.
Yes. The easy way out.
And so I did.
I tapped the clean button with my toe and it sprang to life with a little tune. In no time all this will be a memory, I thought to myself. My work was done, the floors would be cleaned up and I could set about convincing the wife to pick up take out on her way home.
I checked Charlie before sitting back down, and sure enough he was being a little saint. Just chewing a plastic tire on the dog bed. Good boy.
I went back to browsing the online menu selection while the whirl of the robot vacuum made it’s way around the furniture picking up dog food pieces, dirt and pet hair, plus any random stuff we kicked under the tables.
Just as I paid for the food and text the info to the wife I heard the strangest noise, like the robot vacuum was in some sort of trouble. I peeked around the sofa to see indeed, there was trouble.
Charlie, sweet Charlie, had taken every last toy from his plastic toy crate and made a rug of ropes and balls and mangled stuffed toys. They covered the entire floor. All I could see was chew toys and squeakers. It looked like a bomb went off in a Petco.
My poor roomba had been surrounded and dare I say it, sabatoged. In the chaos it had sucked up a half unstuffed panda and a rope string. Poor thing was desperately trying to fight it’s way out of the toy mob alive.
I jumped in like a true hero and pulled the toys off the spinning bar. I tossed everything back into the puppy toy box and set the vacuum back on it’s way. Charlie just looked at me from his dog bed like he had no idea how any of that happened.
Anyone who says puppies are easier than kids is welcome to come puppy sit anytime. I’m almost positive the kids were easier toddlers and one of them once buttered a long haired cat.
Nope. I’m not kidding.
I’ll save that story for another time.
For now if you are also a new puppy mom or dad or grandma or whatever you should probably invest in a crate. Also a crate bed for your little terror. Check out some reviews here: Dog product picker they have some cool ideas for keeping the doggos comfy AND their toys safe from the vacuum.
til about 2 1/2 years ago I did this task twice a year all by myself. I would go from bedroom to bedroom and organize with carefully color coded totes. It took me about a day and that includes the inevitable laundry. That was when I had time for simple pleasures, like bubble baths and pedicures. Times have changed.
My Idiotic Bliss 