I'm having a bunch of friends over on Saturday for a party to celebrate the Mister and I's tenth annivesary.
I've been planning for a long time, and it's finally here.
I'm not worried about making food or having enough liquor. Anyone who's here can feel free to crash in any bed or open floor space they can find, so I'm not worried about anyone driving drunk.
No. My worry?
Cleaning my house.
I'm an OK housekeeper--meaning there isn't anything rotting underneath anyone's bed, the floors get vaccumed almost daily and I'm usually not worried about anyone seeing the state of my bathroom on most days.
Getting the house clean and keeping it clean are two completely different stories. I don't daydream about fancy vacations. No, my fantasies involve having a maid to follow my children around and clean up after them (and maybe some other stuff that has nothing to do with cleaning products...).
Honestly, I'm not usually this much of a freak when it comes to this stuff.
It's when I am having a gathering of people over that I panic.
Some of the friends coming to the party live far away and most of them haven't been to our house.
Considering the squalor we all lived in back during our college years, I really don't know why I have this obsession to get my house perfectly clean.
Why the fuck do I care if there are crumbs under the toaster?
But I do.
I'm really glad that I am back in school and working my brain a little. I'm a little bit scared of what I'm becoming.
Not that there's anything wrong with being home to cook and clean and all that shit. I actually enjoy it most of the time. It sounds weird, but I feel more sane when everything's picked up.
I know people that can live happily in chaos, but I can't even stand to wake up to dirty dishes from the night before.
I think part of it is that I finally live in the kind of house I've wanted to live in since I was a little kid growing up in tiny apartments. If I don't take care of it, it's almost as if I don't appreciate it.
Kind of like when people win the lottery and squander it all away in a matter of years. I don't get that at all. There's only so many lap dances one can get before it gets boring.
I plan on taking a million pictures on Saturday. Not only because so many old friends will be there but also to document how, for at least one day, my house was sparkling.
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