One of my sorority sisters is coming over in about an hour and I am going to resist the urge to pretend I am perfect. I get the urge to do a full Spring cleaning any time I am expecting a visitor.
I am going to leave the dishes in the sink and the toys on the kitchen counter.
There will be unfolded laundry in not 1 but 3 baskets.
The mail bin will continue to overflow.
The bags that need to go to the Goodwill will stay prominently displayed on the dining room floor.
My seventeen piles of books will remain.
The dusting will not be completed.
I want my neat and tidy home back. Each day I wake with a “to do” list full of chores and I am eager to attack them. I love checking items off my “to do” list. It makes me feel like I am the master of the universe.
Then my baby gives me that longing look. He opens his mouth and demands attention. He is teething and his usually mild mannered demeanor becomes a constant need for cuddles, snuggles, mommy’s milk-sicles, and all kinds of teething toys.
So each day I skip a couple of items on my “to do” list and by Friday…well, see above.
Instead of feeling anxious and canceling my plans, I will welcome my friend with enthusiasm. Because we live in our house and I am sure she lives in hers, too.
……………but let me go fold some laundry real quick……….