60 minute panic
My cousin called today and asked if he could stop in. We have a bond. I'm not sure when or where it exactly formed, but of my 25 cousins, I'd have to say we are the closest. His Mom let me stay with them some summers and we were definitely NOT close then, but something happened while I was living in California and we have chatted a few times a month online ever since.
I was supposed to go down to my Grandma's and visit with him there, but he wanted to stop at my house. Anytime someone wants to stop by my heart beats fast and panic sets in. I will admit to you right now that I am an *AWFUL* housekeeper. I have clutter everywhere. I try to keep it under control but I have some twisted disease that disallows any flat surface (save the floor) to stay clean and free of 'debris'. I have no idea why this happens, but it's the way my life is. In addition to this gnarly fact I still have, albeit boxed, Halloween decorations looming in my dining room. Christmas has been put away, but Halloween still sits there. Let's throw in the fact that I haven't vacuumed in almost 2 months. Hubby took mercy upon me and did a quick once over in the living room when a dear friend stopped by 1 week post op. I wasn't allowed to shovel/vacuum until a week ago. Them's good times. Oh, we all know I have a dog... yes?
So, I told him he could stop in if he promised not to tell everyone what a horrid housekeeper I am. he seemed a bit surprised by this. I spent the next hour cleaning like a madwoman. I swept the whole main floor and spot checked for extra dusty areas and fur problems. I'm so glad that I've spent the past week pecking away at my counter tops in the kitchen. It could have been SO MUCH worse.
I think I may have scared the Hubby. I was walking down the hallway and said "Oh lord, can you PLEASE help me?" By the time I got to the computer room he was standing and looking at me very concerned. My voice must have portrayed a much more dire situation. He took a few minutes and made our bed and the guest bed and then rearranged the couch cushions back to normal while picking up a pair of dirty socks.
I love it when we work together as a team, but it always seems to take some sort of crisis. Hah.
My cousin showed up and in his fancy new car. It's very pretty and a Buick, but that's all I remember. He didn't really comment on the house except to say it was nice. I have a hard time separating the niceness of the house and my horrid housekeeping. It is a nice house, but I don't keep it looking fantastic on the inside.
Needless to say an hour of cleaning left me pretty tired. My belly is a bit achy from so much bending and pushing in such a short amount of time. I cleaned the bathroom on the main floor from top to bottom and I'm just plum beat. I keep on forgetting that I'm still not exactly 100%. Ahhh, well.
I'm going to try to swing by Grandma's tomorrow before I head to pick up the girls. I'd love to see my cousin once more before he completes his move to Illinois. We did have a nice visit. I really like that guy.
I was supposed to go down to my Grandma's and visit with him there, but he wanted to stop at my house. Anytime someone wants to stop by my heart beats fast and panic sets in. I will admit to you right now that I am an *AWFUL* housekeeper. I have clutter everywhere. I try to keep it under control but I have some twisted disease that disallows any flat surface (save the floor) to stay clean and free of 'debris'. I have no idea why this happens, but it's the way my life is. In addition to this gnarly fact I still have, albeit boxed, Halloween decorations looming in my dining room. Christmas has been put away, but Halloween still sits there. Let's throw in the fact that I haven't vacuumed in almost 2 months. Hubby took mercy upon me and did a quick once over in the living room when a dear friend stopped by 1 week post op. I wasn't allowed to shovel/vacuum until a week ago. Them's good times. Oh, we all know I have a dog... yes?
So, I told him he could stop in if he promised not to tell everyone what a horrid housekeeper I am. he seemed a bit surprised by this. I spent the next hour cleaning like a madwoman. I swept the whole main floor and spot checked for extra dusty areas and fur problems. I'm so glad that I've spent the past week pecking away at my counter tops in the kitchen. It could have been SO MUCH worse.
I think I may have scared the Hubby. I was walking down the hallway and said "Oh lord, can you PLEASE help me?" By the time I got to the computer room he was standing and looking at me very concerned. My voice must have portrayed a much more dire situation. He took a few minutes and made our bed and the guest bed and then rearranged the couch cushions back to normal while picking up a pair of dirty socks.
I love it when we work together as a team, but it always seems to take some sort of crisis. Hah.
My cousin showed up and in his fancy new car. It's very pretty and a Buick, but that's all I remember. He didn't really comment on the house except to say it was nice. I have a hard time separating the niceness of the house and my horrid housekeeping. It is a nice house, but I don't keep it looking fantastic on the inside.
Needless to say an hour of cleaning left me pretty tired. My belly is a bit achy from so much bending and pushing in such a short amount of time. I cleaned the bathroom on the main floor from top to bottom and I'm just plum beat. I keep on forgetting that I'm still not exactly 100%. Ahhh, well.
I'm going to try to swing by Grandma's tomorrow before I head to pick up the girls. I'd love to see my cousin once more before he completes his move to Illinois. We did have a nice visit. I really like that guy.