It never fails.
The house is sparkling clean. No one shows up.
The house looks like a tornado has gone through it?
Suddenly everyone wants to drop by.
I’m not one of those people who have the house immaculate all the time. I try. But I also have kids who sometimes feel like the contents of their rooms belong downstairs.
Or I’ll give them a snack and crumbs wind up all over the place as though they’re making a special trail out of Cheerios.
This is usually when we have company.
Why can’t they come when I’ve just cleaned? Why? I always want to say, “We don’t live like this, I swear. Well, I mean, we DO live like this but I clean better. It’s just, sometimes I like to wait until the kids are in bed because if I clean when they are awake, there’s NO POINT.”
My house is clean as I type this.
Want to know who is going to drop by?
No one.
Give it an hour and Natalie will have all her dress up clothes strewn over the floor because she “can’t decide what Princess she wants to be today.”
And then, suddenly, it’ll be a reunion.
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