As anyone who has stopped by my house unannounced (and often even announced) can attest to, housecleaning is not my forte. In fact, it isn't even my weakness. It is my nothing.
Now, a lot of women talk about their messy houses. And I have seen these "messes". Typically they make me want to cry. It looks like my house the day before I move in. Everything is neat and tidy... with three teeny, tiny bread crumbs... perhaps the last speck of goldfish sitting on the counter that was just wiped off. My house doesn't look that good on our "clean" moments (I won't even pretend we have a whole day where the house is clean).
So today I am faced with a dilemma. We are having company tonight for dinner. They are really great people. My husband works with the husband. The wife and I met at the Christmas Party this year and hit it off. I enjoyed talking to her all evening. I am very much looking forward to their conversation tonight.... except now I have invited another woman into my house. I mentioned before that I don't know her well, which of course, automatically makes me a little nervous about the condition of my pit. Add to that, she works outside the home, has high school aged kids, and does theater. Oh, and ALWAYS looks put together. That is kind of my exact opposite. I stay home with my young children, have zero artistic talent, and am NEVER put together (hell, I haven't even showered yet and it is 2pm). Oh, and I am making dinner. Dinner is just pizza tonight. That sounds simple enough. But wait. I make my own crust for pizza night. And my own pizza sauce. And my own bbq sauce for the chicken pizza. Which means I could end up the dirty, messy house, food sucks, weird wife of the great guy.
*sigh* I am never inviting company over again.
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you know in the time it took you to write that...you could have hidden the sock bag...LOL.
I'M KIDDING.
Two things:
1)It's just us.
and B)if you had seen the apartment I lived in when Nancy met me (And still continued to date me, I might add)....you would NOT worry about this in the slightest.
So...meh. Get over it. You guys rock. Period.
Isn't that funny? Whenever I am comparing with others about our messy houses, I'm always thinking, "Oh yeah right. I KNOW my house is messier than yours." And I sort of want to bring them over to prove it. Like that makes me win.
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