Roomba is that You !?

Today is Monday and on Monday's I usually spend the day worrying about what I ate over the weekend and being perturbed by the three pound swing. Today my weight was good, which is good because I was good. So my attention is turned to other things, like grocery shopping and chores. I'm still trying to get this "homemaker" thing worked out. Shouldn't I of all people have a spotless house? I don't work, I don't have kids, it should be easy! Given the size of the house versus the number of rooms we actually use, it should be even easier. But alas, I live with a messy man, oblivious to chaos and three very furry animals who shed. We have dust bunnies, lizard skeletons, and pet hair clumps that roll like tumbleweeds. Today as I was sweeping (eek!) the weekend's hair balls into a corner to be swept into the dustpan, I had to sweep around the Roomba. Roomba was covered in hair. Almost in hiding, poor Roomba has been ignored by me as I combat the hair with: A) the broom daily B) The regular vacuum and C) The industrial sized Shop-Vac. I really need an army of Roomba's to be effective. I could set them all up at once and let them run till the batteries go dead. Granted, I would still have to do this daily. Until then welcome to my fuzzy wuzzy world, feel free to take a pet tumbleweed home with you on your way out.