Take A Deep Breath…Then Go, Go, Go!

Okay. I really am trying to remember to keep things in perspective. My best friend Michelle and her husband are coming into town and staying with my family. This means I’ve gone into Full-On Cleaning Spree mode. Ultimately, this does no harm to the house and actually makes things easier to keep clean later on. Plus, I end up with the twinkly sparkly good feeling of seeing everything in its place and my house neat and clean. Makes my OCD heart burst with pride.

Unfortunately, this means I am a nutcase right now. Everything has to be done. Ev-er-y-thing! Rooms spotless, toys ALL organized and put up properly, beds made, shoes and clothing put in their places, carpets deodorized and vacuumed, etc. Honestly, I drive myself crazy trying to get it all done. And how close am I to having it all done? Bwahahahahaha!

I have two and a half rooms cleaned: Tornado and Jack’s room, the kitchen, and the half bath. I am soooo not messing with the teen’s room. He can deal with it. No one but him is going in there anyway. That leaves the rest of the house including my room and bathroom (someone, not me, broke into my bedroom and bathroom and left makeup, shoes, and clothing everywhere, again not me-I would never do something so common as to not pick up after myself. I think it may have been the cat-he was probably cross-dressing again. 😉 ) On top o fit all the cat-Beastie-is being neutered today. Yeah, I’m a glutton for punishment.

Now, I know Michelle is not going to care if my house is spotless or not. She’s coming down to see us and visit. But, it’s all a matter of pride, right? We want our friends to think the best of us, in spite of the fact that we know they know we’re not perfect. I could care less how disorganized your home is, if there are dishes in the sink and laundry to be done, or if your baseboards haven’t seen their original shade in years. I’m there to see and visit with you. I would hope, however, that the bathroom is clean. Nothing says ‘ugh’ like having to use a filthy toilet.

Still, even though I know how things are, that doesn’t mean I don’t care. I think it’s also a sign of respect that I want Michelle to stay in a clean place. And I’m talking about self-respect as well as respect for her. I love her and care what she thinks so I want to make her as comfortable as possible. So, I have put on my armor-rubber boots and gloves and old clothes-armed myself with cleaning products and air freshener refills, taken a deep breath, and headed to the deep end of my sanity (or insanity as the case may be). Wish me luck.

If you don’t hear from me in a day or two, you might want to have someone come over and open a window-the fumes may have gotten to me.

Happy Wednesday!

xo Jesi

P.S. Don’t forget to head over to Twisted Writers and For Love Of for today’s post and interview!