If you happened to pop over today, you would see my house in it's natural state. Not "company is expected" everything is put away and shiny and clean. Not even "playdate presentable" where everything is tidy, but if the kids trash the place I'm not heartbroken.
If you came by, you'd see crumbs on my floor and dust bunnies hiding under the sofa. There are finger prints on my TV and windows and bathroom mirrors. There is at least one piece of dirty laundry hanging out in every single room; usually a pair of discarded socks or a pukey baby blanket. If you came over you'd notice that I
sometimes often leave toothpaste in the sink. My dishes are piled up on the counter and in the sink. My bed, most certainly, isn't made and the sheets are wrinkley. There are, most likely, toys scattered in the basement, but I wouldn't know because I haven't ventured to the lower level in the last 3 days. If you swung by, you'd see that I'm still in my jammies... from yesterday (ok, the night before). You'd see that all I've eaten today is a box of Ritz crackers and hummus.
If you came over today, you'd see that I'm certainly not perfect. You'd see that sometimes I'm lazy. But if you popped by today, I'd clear off a chair, sweep the table crumbs onto the floor, and pour you a cup of tea. Because the people who would pop over know me... and love me, especially when I'm not perfect.
I can relate. I try and try but all I do is maintain a steady decline in the cleanliness of my house. Right up until company comes over then it is amazing how I can clean my house spotless a few hours before.
ReplyDeleteI cant wait until my kids have their own houses and kids so I can laugh at their messy houses! Bah Ha Ha Ha!