Rosie

This post is in response to The Daily Post’s, “You Robot,” at http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/you-robot/.  The instructions are:  Congrats — you’ve been handed a robot whose sole job is to relieve you of one chore, job, or responsibility you particularly hate. What is it?

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(“Rosie,” image courtesy of ufiojones.wordpress.com/2011/03/24/cartoon-black-history-rosie/)

I sat at my desk clicking my pen back and forth, as I pondered what my next post would be for my blog, Silver Threading.  Occasionally, I added another item to the shopping list that I was also working on.  It had been a long weekend.  Chores dominated my days and they were beginning to interfere with my writing.  I had been complaining to my husband that I needed a magic fairy to come over daily to complete all these mundane tasks that I just did not want to do.  My husband just smiled and went back out into the garage where he had been tinkering on a project for days now.

Suddenly, he came into my creative room where I do all my writing with a huge grin on his face.  He said he had a surprise for me.  That usually meant that I would get some tasty tidbit he had prepared for his lunch.  He always shared with me.  The man is a God is all I can say.

Today, he pushed a small robot into the room and stood with his hands on his hips.  “Well, what do you think?” he asked.  I turned in my chair and there before me was the cutest robot maid I had ever seen.  Covered in shiny metal, she sported a starched white apron with a matching white maid’s cap perched on her shiny head.  She moved with wheels that seemed to glide across the floor.  So this was what he had been tinkering with in the garage I thought.

“What chore do you hate the most?” he inquired.  I hated laundry and he knew I did.  Just yesterday, I had ranted about having to do the laundry this weekend – again.  You would think they would have created disposable clothing by now, I had fumed.

My husband pushed a remote in his hand and “Rosie” slid across the floor and stood before me.  “I am Rosie,” she said.  “I am your laundry fairy!”  He pushed another button on the remote control and off Rosie went to load the washing machine.  She seemed to know the difference between dark clothes, white clothes, and colored clothes, as she sorted nice round piles on the floor.

Rosie added the first load of dirty laundry, the washing liquid, and she even added the right amount of fabric softener to the washing machine.  She waited patiently while the machine cleaned the clothes.  At the end of the cycle, Rosie promptly removed that load and put it into the clothes dryer with a dryer sheet to prevent static cling.  She chose the correct setting and started the dryer.  At the end of the drying cycle Rosie folded and hung the clothes.  Then she put all of them away in the closet and in our dressers.

I was in ecstasy!  I finally had my laundry fairy!  Now, I could write my blog to my heart’s content and not be bothered with the laundry anymore.  And to think that my husband made this for me!  I told you he was a God, didn’t I?  Now what was that idea I had for my blog…