Before kids, I would take one day every weekend, crank up some tunes and clean my little heart out. I loved it, it was like therapy. One of the best parts was getting up the next day, walking across the clean wood floors, smelling the freshness in the air and feeling the feeling of great accomplishment. I kept this up through my first pregnancy, I was very active. But, as soon as that bun came out of my oven my cleaning slippers fell off. Days turned into weeks and dust collected. My “do it all myself” attitude was now more than ever my enemy. I debated many times hiring someone to clean our house but could not justify it, coming up with many excuses that were silly like “our house isn’t that big I should be able to take care of this, if someone else comes in here to do this they will laugh at me and think I’m incompetent.” It took getting a bigger house 2 kids and several more months before I was willing to toss my excuses and pride out the window and get out of my own way. This became a must for me. One Sunday morning some friends told us about Stacey. She has made our home feel brand new again 3 times. For a small price to pay I traded in my worry and stress for an exciting drive home from work, kicking my shoes off and walking on the carpet in my bedroom that she somehow makes 2 inches taller with her magic vacuum, the towels folded just so and the toilet paper folded like you are at a fancy hotel. Above and beyond, I have more time for what matters most, time with my family. Life is so much better spent enjoying your time and eliminating the things that are stopping you. You can rename it anything you want, but please find your Stacey Street and don’t wait another day to turn on it!
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