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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I think it's crazy to bust a nut cleaning before a party. Then you gotta clean it all up after the party. It' makes no sense.
Of course I do it anyway and then fret the whole time that my house smells like old Fritos and Clean Linen Glade and they'll see right through me.
Oh - and congrats on your anniversary!
I'm not the only one! I also cannot STAND to wake up to dirty dishes. It is my one "thing"...stems from an embarrassing roach problem we had when we first moved in here that took weeks to eliminate. Anyway, my husband thinks I'm a total freak because I HAVE to get the dishes done immediately after dinner. "Just leave them, they're not going anywhere. I'll do them tomorrow after work." He doesn't get off work until 4:00...4:00!!! No way, can't have it, won't allow it.
Happy 10th! Hope you guys have a great day together!
Oh, yeah, and I've given you a "love note" on my blog. Not a creepy one or anything. Stop by and see it.
We keep a fairly clean house, about as clean as it can get with a son who spills constantly and two large shedding dogs!
When people come over to see us, it's a given that they will be stepping over dogs, and possibly competing for space on the couch with them!
You know that Chris and I are professionals.
We will be arriving with white gloves. Running them along the tops of the picture frames. Inspecting. Confering. Scowling and shaking our heads.
You look way too young ot be married that long!
Happy Anniversary!
Usually, I go into panic mode scouring and scrubbing and clearing the woodland creatures from the house and then people cancel on me. Should I just get a maid? Or new friends?
How was the party? I'm still in mourning over missing it!
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