My Messy Dirty House

There is an unwritten rule that if you get a surprise visitor, it will be at a time that your house is in shambles (and if when the place is looking good, there will be nary a visitor for days).  As a mother of three young children who are constantly peeing on the toilet, spilling their food, wiping boogers on the walls and running through the house with muddy feet, I am slowly beginning to accept this. That's sort of a lie. 

I had planned on taking these two hooligans to play outside after rest time and snack this afternoon (Sami had a sleepover at Grandma Deb's), but they disappeared off to the living room and were playing dreamingly well together. So, I continued to clean up the kitchen, making sure to not show myself to them, and as I was washing the floor and wiping the window sills, walls and baseboard down I thought about how the visitor we are supposed to have later today probably won't show up now. The house isn't in shambles, after all (well, at least the kitchen isn't).

Then I thought about the time my sister-in-law dropped in quick to use the bathroom. I'm sure you have pieced it together by now that the bathroom wasn't lookin' very good. It was pretty disgusting. Now, I'm sure that she doesn't think back to the state of my bathroom and cringe, like I do, and maybe one day I will forget all about it. Until then, I am going to try to embrace the dirty floors, walls and toilets, because one day I will miss those boogers on the wall. Well, maybe not the boogers.