Here is a true story about my house.
Before Brailey Shaye's party, I cleaned like a madwoman. I mean I cleaned everything! Even the cobwebs and outsides of the windows and everything I could think of to clean in the house. And outside, too, actually, but the inside of the house was as spotless as it could be, even though I always feel like it could be cleaner... I even got creative in keeping it clean and taped the guest toilet shut after I cleaned it and put a sign on it that said, "STOP! Dearest 3 B's, This toilet is out of order until Saturday. Love, Big Mama XO XO XO" and then on the sink I taped a sign that said, "Same as the toilet... Out of order until Saturday. Love you! Big Mama." I laughed like crazy when I heard my two little B's come into the house after playing outside, and discovering my crazy signs. They read it out loud and were so confused. "What?! This toilet isn't out of order! What?! It's taped shut!" It was hysterical to listen to them, let me tell you. The next day, Britt said to me, "Mom, you're not a normal mom, because normal moms don't do that." We both laughed and I said, "I know..."
So the house was clean, if not spotless, for Brailey Shaye's First Communion reception, and guess what? Not even ONE PERSON came into the house! Nobody used the spotless, clean-as-a-whistle, pristine bathroom that I know of. Can you believe that?
But, I let things go after the party, of course. You know how there is always a little let down after a big event that you have worked so hard for and waited for and built up anticipation for... And so there are toys and books here and there, dirty clothes on the floor, laundry waiting to be folded in the rocking chair, pillows and blankets from the couch strewn about, unmade beds... You know what I'm talking about, I'm sure. It now looks the way a house looks when you don't keep after it.
And wouldn't you know, three days after the big party and the spic-and-span house, we had a surprise guest pop in on us last night, and since he had never seen our new house before, he wanted a tour.
Isn't that just the way life goes? I of course told him the house was clean just a couple of days ago, but that I'd let it go after the party. He assured me he didn't care... But I was still embarrassed to be found looking not only less than perfect, but downright hillbilly messy.
I guess the moral of the story is to always keep your house clean, because you never know when someone will be coming by. But after so much hard work the weeks prior to the big shindig, I felt like we deserved a break, and so I let things slide... The real moral of the story is just like everything else in life - be consistent. But damn it! Sometimes I'm just too tired to keep it all together. And just for the record? The stalls (which had been neglected during the house cleaning frenzy) are cleaner than clean this week.
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