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You are here: Home / Lifestyle / My husband and Her: A neato love story

My husband and Her: A neato love story

January 14, 2014 by Dr. V

herI have no one to blame but myself, of course, for the events that have transpired since Christmas.

I was the one who brought her in, invited her to come into our home and get to know the place. My husband said it was the only thing he wanted this year, so I went with it, albeit with some trepidation.

You should have seen his face when he realized what I had done. “Wow!” he said. “Finally!” The children looked on in confusion. Brody ran away. Only Penelope, the newest addition to the fold, approached her with anything resembling curiosity.

Her name was Rosie, and she was here to stay.

I don’t consider myself a jealous person under normal circumstances, but it’s hard to compete with someone who plays their role with such aplomb. I even took out my Thomas Keller Bouchon Bakery cookbook and made what may be the most amazing chocolate chip cookies in existence in an attempt to regain my rightful place in his affections: “See!” I say, holding one out. “Aren’t they wonderful?” He takes a bite, nods in assent, and before I can say another word in she comes, swerving around me to clear the floors. She’s loud in her approach. You can’t miss her. Immediately his attention is gone, focused now on something newer, shinier. He smiles in admiration as she saunters away, the crumbs vanished.

Rosie is, if you haven’t figured it out yet, our new Neato robotic vacuum. I thought I was buying a household appliance. What I was getting was an obsession.

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Every day, my husband greets us after work: me, the kids, Rosie. “What did you get done today?” he asks, then turns to Rosie. “And how did she do?” He surveys the house. “Wow. Wow. This is, like, the best thing ever. Is the dustbin full? Is your brush stuck?” He turns to me. “Did you check if she was OK and if she needed anything? Did you check the dustbin?”

She is thorough, I’ll give you that. She follows Brody around and grabs more off the floor in one afternoon than I seem to manage in several gos around the house. She doesn’t get annoyed at and ignore the space under the coffee table where furballs go to retire. She flushes them out like an angry beagle.

Living with her is sometimes a drag. She drones on and on, vRRRrrrRRRRRR. She always seems to be underfoot right where I need to be. Brody is petrified of her. My husband won’t stop talking about her. One day, when I lost all patience for her and her distracting antics, I hissed “Choke on a carrot, you dumb robot.”

Later than day, I came home from the grocery store, expecting the usual roar but instead being greeted with a disquieting sense of silence. The floor in the entryway, sparkling clean since her arrival, had the thin sprinkling of daily dust we were accustomed to in our pre-Rosie days. Brody looked at me with an expression I couldn’t read. I heard her, finally, a quiet, desperate chirping. I followed her cries for help to the kitchen.

She had choked on a squirrel.

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Immediately chagrined, I disentangled the two battling toys and dispatched Rosie to the entryway, while I spent the time I would normally be dragging my Dyson around working on the book. When my husband got home, he didn’t even need to ask. “I emptied the dustbin. Twice.”

My husband posted about her on Facebook a few days ago, and one by one, the men all came out of lurking. “I have one too.” “Me too.” “It’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever done.” Our friend J just bought posted that he bought two. One for each floor of the house, or one for each dog, not sure.

I’d be more insulted at the apparent poor vacuuming skills this implies were it not, if I must tell the truth, an entirely correct assessment. We have come to an agreement, Rosie and I. My husband can gloat and lavish praise all he wants, as long as she keeps those hairballs away.

*No, I have no affiliation with Neato. This post is all me.

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Filed Under: Lifestyle, Musings, Pet Gear, Reviews Tagged With: husbands, neato, vacuums

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  1. Lindsay says

    January 14, 2014 at 2:47 pm

    WOW…this sounds too good to be true. I have a shag rug, will it be able to vacuum it?

    • Dr. V says

      January 14, 2014 at 3:55 pm

      That’s a great question. I’m not sure how much it would be able to handle (I have tile and hardwood)

  2. JaneK says

    January 14, 2014 at 4:55 pm

    I need a Rosie but a taller one who can dust, too!

    • Dr. V says

      January 14, 2014 at 5:23 pm

      Ah, if only!

  3. Wendy says

    January 14, 2014 at 5:52 pm

    OMG – when she choked on the squirrel I literally laughed out loud. I don’t think Rosie would get very far in our house and I’m pretty sure one of my cats would be in permanent hiding, but oh how I would love one.

  4. Cathey Avery says

    January 21, 2014 at 2:35 pm

    OMG! I HAVE to get my husband one of these. I never have been the vacuumer he wanted to marry and he does 95% of it, year round. I too will be persona non grata if I get him one, but it would be worth it to not have him yammering on about the “red fur bunnies” everywhere!!!

    • Dr. V says

      January 21, 2014 at 2:36 pm

      NOT ONE fur bunny since it came home. Not one. It’s amazing.

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