With young kids we tend to take a pragmatic laid back approach to household cleanliness. If you even get the time to sporadically clean, it will quickly become untidy and dirty, so why bother?
You've probably heard about the automatic little sweepers and moppers available today. We received a gift of one from a family member who was clearly tired of treading on a permanently dirty floor when visiting. Not so subtle a gift, but you can't argue about the practicality of it.
It functions with the aid of a GPS box. Now before you make assumptions, our home is modest and does not require a GPS to find your way around. The GPS does help our new rodent-like friend to find his way around the floor plan. Notice, I did refer to it in the male gender as from a young age my, before-her-time-Irish-mother, was over the top at insuring I did my fair share of household chores on top of the many garden chores that my four sisters were spared from.
Enough of the self-pity and back to the mopping. It works with minimal effort on our part although it takes about four times as long as the human version. Not dissimilar to its human counterpart, our little friend gets lost sometimes and appears to be driving around aimlessly. If we assume it's a she then perhaps it's spending time chatting to the GPS and not as interested in following the directions. If it’s a he, then there must be an egotistical and stubborn refusal ingrained to ask for directions. Regardless, after some awkward maneuvers and changes in direction, he or she somehow gets the job done.
You have to love the American ability to take all little inconveniences out of our daily lives. I've got to go away now and invent a device that potty trains kids in less than an hour. Just remember; there is technology for everything, but knowing which, when and where to use it is still the purview of us humans.
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