Vicious cycle
I have been dealing with depression because of many things, one of which was my disaster of a home in which I live. I could clean it up easy peasy right? No of course not my depression has been preventing me from cleaning up making me think I will get around to it later. A few weeks ago I decided enough was enough and I would clean the main living space floor so that I could put Rosie back onto its charging dock. It took about a week of me babysitting it before I was at a spot where I could let it do its thing on its own. It takes about an hour to do my living space (foyer, kitchen and dinning rooms, bathroom, hallway and living room) it has been working in my bedroom and bathroom for close to 2 hours now, no idea if it is anywhere near done for the day but wow the stress hopefully it will say it is done soon.
I know that when it says it is done I am not going to believe it, I will pull out all the hair and then either set it to do it again or set it back on the charging dock.
I wish I could say I needed to make multiple trips to the garbage and recycling bin but no my bedroom was just a mess that needs other cleaning, that will be ongoing think laundry. Sure my recycle bin and my garbage can are full and need emptying but it is raining and they can wait (thankfully).
Around 2 hours after starting Rosie started saying its battery needed charging, so I took the opportunity to clean the rolar and put a spiny thing on (the original spiny thing is somewhere in my bedroom or bathroom and I have no desire to go looking for it. When Rosie decides it is charged I will put it back into my bedroom so that it can do more work.