Don't get me wrong, I LOVE this woman. She is incredible and loving and helpful and sweet and non-judgemental and just a fun person to have around. (Read here to find out why I love her soooo much!)
Still, there is nothing like having company coming to open your eyes to the fact that your house is a disaster.
Really, I clean, scrub, launder and pick-up as much as anyone. Normally, I love my house and think it looks pretty good on an everyday basis. However, looking at it with "company vision" makes me wonder, How have I been living in this filth?
Suddenly, every room I enter needs a fresh coat of paint, a carpet cleaning and at least three new cool accessories from Pottery Barn. Not to mention that every vertical surface is covered with fingerprints and every horizontal surface is slightly sticky. I wander into the children's rooms and wonder how they can function with such dirty desks and chaotic closets. Then, I walk into my room and realize those little nuts didn't fall very from the tree.
It's one thing to have a party. I can have my house ready in a snap. Just hide all the clutter for a few hours, light a couple candles, dim the lights and serve really good refreshments. No one is the wiser. But when someone is coming to STAY...you can't fake it. The fridge, the closets, the bathrooms, the gross cabinets under the sink are all on display. Yikes!!
So, I'm on the "Company's-Coming-Adrenaline-Rush" natural high and I'm cleaning like crazy. Time's up! Gotta go...