Come over and visit, but forgive the mess....
The one thing about company is that I know the house will cleaned whether I feel like it or not. I'll sweep the kitchen floor, and among the pile of dirt you'll find legos, toy cars, and other miscellaneous junk that are proclaimed treasures with outcries of "MOM, don't throw that away I NEED that!" And so it goes back to the their bedrooms, into another junk pile that will eventually and miraculously find it's way back out to the kitchen floor for the next sweeping session. The furniture will be dusted, wiping away small finger prints that form child drawn pictures. My "fresh scent" warmer will be turned on to give you the illusion that you smell fresh laundry! The bathrooms will sparkle. And I have high hopes that the boy's rooms will be cleaned since I've sent them there all afternoon to prepare for your arrival. I go to their rooms after doing all my other work... Oh those bedrooms, well...the doors will be closed. If you happen t