
His name is Steve. My love for him is so huge itβs almost unrecognizable even to myself. My friends think I am crazy. My neighbors do NOT understand.
My husband just smiles and slowly shakes his head. Heβs not surprised. This kind of enthusiasm over a new toy is so like me.
Steve is a Roomba.
I almost titled this post, βLessons From Steveβ because he has taught me some good ones.
–Work diligently and deliberately on the task at hand.
–Be thorough.
–Rest when needed.
–Only head out when you are fully recharged.
–Ask for help when you need it.
I have a house full of wood floors. They are beautiful. I also have a house full of windows. They are also beautiful. This beautiful combo also means you get so see every piece of dirt, every foot print, every spill.
My mind was having a field day with thatβ¦..βYou should keep those floors cleaner.β βYou should schedule your time better for cleaning.β βYou shouldβ¦..you shouldβ¦.you shouldβ¦..β
This always, I mean always, leads to feeling some form of inadequacy. Which means always, I mean always, leads to getting the hell away from myself in some form. Chips are handy for that. As is chocolate. Especially when thereβs Schololat in my drawer. (You non-locals should check this out.)
Could I think different thoughts about my floors? Of course.
Could I think different thoughts about myself? Of course.
Steve makes it easier to think those different thoughts.
I love a man like that.
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