Friday, October 25, 2013
Life in a Shoe
My in laws are coming today. Excellent, wonderful people who love us more than we could possibly deserve. I'm spending the day in that inbetween place a Mom of many finds herself when people are coming to visit. Wanting to clean, but not wanting to do it too early because the efforts will surely be undone lickety split. And chuckling a bit to myself that "clean" has come to mean "everything up off the floors and possibly shoved into Mom's room." Because a house this size and a family this size...well, we are surely bursting at the seams. Also that "clean your room" has come to mean "bring down all the clothes of questionable cleanliness at once. When Mom doesn't have time for 10 loads of laundry. Oh and clutter on dressers is fine and expected."
Truthfully, we're a bit of a mess at all times. I'm not much of a housekeeper. I like things clean and picked up, yes, but not so much that I do what would be necessary - spending my entire life picking up and cleaning - to keep things that way. I remind myself that most people, they don't have 6 kids. And if they do, they go to school all day. They aren't searching through boxes of dumped out legos for one specific piece, or building train tracks around and around the living room right after you picked them all up. And even if they do, they aren't me. I was raised with the old saying: "A place for everything and everything in it's place." But I was raised in a house three times the size of this one. The truth is, not every person has a place (yet) in this house - much less every thing. And besides, I prefer taking hundreds of pictures of babies and knitting a few rounds to matching socks and steaming curtains.
That's just another reason why it is so, so very good to have company every few months. The type that love us just as we are, of course, but also help to prick that guilty conscience of mine into dusting the piano and washing windows. And hauling all the yarn up to my room and closing the door so we can pretend it's not in a mountain beside my bed.
So I'm waiting, waiting for that sweet spot when it's not too early to sweep and mop the kitchen floor in hopes that it still looks good when they arrive. Because I know me, and there's no way I'm doing it twice.
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