Recently, my husband decided that we needed a steam cleaner. I resisted at first. Why did we need to spend all that money on something when a mop and a rag did just fine? But all the hype and infomercials must have gotten to him and he persisted. Eventually I caved, but I was convinced that I would be selling an unused steam cleaner at my next garage sale.
It isn’t often that I admit when I am wrong, but I have to give it to my husband on this one. I love that steam cleaner. As a mother to a baby and a long sufferer of allergies, I don’t know how I ever lived without my steam cleaner.