How I Finally Won the Battle of Cleaning Leaves from Pool—Thanks to Beatbot

I used to think having a pool was the dream. Until I actually owned one. Don’t get me wrong, it is a dream—on those picture-perfect days when the water is clear, the sun is kind, and the leaves are... well, nowhere to be found. But for me, those days were rare. My backyard pool, nestled under a pair of generous old trees, became a battlefield every morning. And I was losing.

I never really noticed how many leaves fell around my yard until I had something they could ruin. Somehow, they’d find their way into the water no matter the season or weather. It became this silent war: me versus nature. Some mornings, I’d skim the pool for 30 minutes before I even had coffee. The next day? Just as many leaves. Sometimes more.

It sounds silly—complaining about leaves—but anyone with a pool knows what I’m talking about. They aren’t just a visual annoyance. They clog things up, stain the bottom, make the water smell funky, and attract stuff you don’t want in your happy little oasis. I even started timing the wind so I could clean after the worst of it. That worked for about three days.

I wasn’t actively shopping for a robot. Honestly, I thought pool robots were kind of a gimmick. Too good to be true. Too complicated. Or, let’s be honest—too expensive for what I assumed was just another gadget that would break or disappoint me.

But during one of those frustrated, late-night Googling sessions (you know the kind—after dinner, still annoyed about the state of the pool), I stumbled across this brand I hadn’t heard of before: Beatbot. The reviews didn’t feel fake. People actually sounded... relieved. Like they’d found something that finally worked.

I hesitated, naturally. But the next morning, I ordered the AquaSense 2 . I figured, worst case, I’d return it. Best case? Maybe I’d stop waking up angry at the leaves.

I know how that sounds. But seriously—after months of stress, watching this little machine quietly and confidently glide through my pool was kind of surreal.

It didn’t just pick up the big leaves. It scooped up everything: small twigs, soggy bits that had settled at the bottom, even the annoying little seed pods that always sink before I can reach them. It never got stuck. Never looked confused. Just... cleaned. Like it had a plan.

I literally stood there with my arms crossed, half impressed, half in disbelief. I think I actually muttered, “No way,” at least twice.

Here’s where things got real for me. Once I stopped having to clean the pool every morning—or worry if the wind was going to ruin the water again—I started spending time in the pool. Just being there. Floating. Reading. Having friends over without that underlying panic of what if the water looks gross again?

It’s funny. You spend all this money to create a space you love, and then you spend half your energy just maintaining it. At least, that was me. Beatbot changed that.

And it didn’t ask me to babysit it. I didn’t have to adjust settings every five minutes. It just... worked. Like a good dog that doesn't need training.

We call it “Bubbles” now. That was my niece’s idea. She's six. She saw it moving around and shouted, “Bubbles is cleaning the pool!” and it just stuck. Now the whole family calls it that.

And I’ll be honest—sometimes I catch myself watching it work even when I don’t need to. There’s something calming about it. It’s like the satisfaction of vacuuming a dirty carpet and seeing clean lines appear, but you’re not the one doing it.

These days, when I see a storm on the forecast, I don’t stress. I let the leaves fall. I let the wind do its thing. Because I know the next morning, I can press a button, go inside, and come back out to a clean, clear pool.

It’s hard to explain, but it’s not just about the cleaning anymore. It’s about that weird little shift when something you used to dread becomes... manageable. Even peaceful.

I won’t call it life-changing. But I will say this: if my pool were a character in my life story, it used to be the high-maintenance diva. Now, it’s the chill friend who always shows up clean and ready to hang.

And honestly? That’s worth every leaf it ever ate.

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