Good Tools Make All The Difference

The week before I had Sophie, I had a list of 17 things that I wanted to accomplish before the baby was born. I accomplished 15 out of the 17 items before the baby came. The two that were left: packing the hospital bag and getting the house cleaned. After the baby came, I wasn't about to try and clean the house in my spare time- I had sleep to catch up on- so before we had family in to town one weekend, I hired cleaning people to come and clean my house. They did a great job, but they broke my vaccum. Or what I should really say is that the vaccum broke while they were using it. Since that time it has been sitting in my closet as I contemplated what I could do to fix it. Well, my handy husband took a look and realized the belt on the vacuum had broken. Being quite the man around the house, he yahooed (that's for you Benj) where a vaccum store was, purchased a pack of belts, and put that vaccum back together. Sophie was napping at the time of the vaccum reassemble so it wasn't until later that I was able to do a quality check on Warren's work. I flipped the switch and my vaccum literally roared to life! It had more power and spunk to it then I ever remember it having in the past several years. I started to vaccum and soon found myself running around the house looking for more spaces to vaccum. It was then that I realized that it wasn't that I didn't like cleaning my house, I had just been using inferior tools. I was amazed that I was actually enjoying myself and having fun vaccuming. I can only imagine what would happen if I owned a Dyson...