So we’re having a party. I highly recommend throwing parties regularly. Not only are they a “buttload of fun” as my 15 year old likes to say, nothing makes you more aware of the state of your household mess than the thought of a gaggle of busy bodies (I mean, friends) checking out your closets and dustbunnies.
A frenzy of cleaning for the past 2 days has left me ragged and cranky (ask me how I know-better yet, ask my husband). And there is still more to do.
Where’s the cleaning lady, you ask? Yes, I can afford a housekeeper, and have had a few in the past. But growing up “without” has left its mark, and I’ve always been uncomfortable with hired help.
I always ended up cleaning the baseboards along with the cleaning lady, happily chatting away with her, despite the fact that she spoke Portuguese and I did not.
So, I am cleaning….. Having 2 boys, the level ratchets up a bit. Toothpaste on the bathroom cabinets. Blue marks on the wall where my 9 year old used his newly acquired sled to practice sliding down the stairs due to a lack of snow. Pee where it shouldn’t be.
In the end, it will be worth it. The sparkle. The smell. Totally worth it. I will welcome guests with pride.
Oh did I forget to mention that kids are invited to this party? A few hours of fun, and the house will again resemble the pre-party mess.