I am running amok around my house, furiously trying to get it clean.
Actually it is already clean. It is better than clean, it is pristine!! But then I open a cabinet and see why. And then I purge. Oh the purging. My mind is on a one track panic fueled mission. Get rid of all the things, because if you have no things, things don’t get dirty. (Yeah, it makes sense) Hoarders is on TV and I need to get this house to better than perfect. “What does it matter?” you ask.
Family is Coming. And I have to get moving!!
It happens every single time someone comes for an extended stay. I am too embarrassed to show people how we really live (Clean, but lived in) and deep clean everything. Usually I have a method. When my sister came: I cleared the house and the animals of all fur, (that lasted for about 2.3567 seconds.) When my dad came: I deep cleaned the carpets and floors. Now my Mother in Law is coming, this time it’s the closets and the junk that we don’t use. I shouldn’t really worry, she is nice, and to be honest, I doubt she cares what our cabinets look like. Besides I will just put my lover cat in her lap, and all she will have to do is look into his adorable almond shaped eyes and be under his spell for the rest of the time.
We aren’t dirty people. I clean all the time. But my mind isn’t responding to logic, I have to hide my knitter hoarding, I have to purge, I have to CLEAN!!!
OMG I HAVE TO HIDE MY WINE CORK COLLECTION!!!!
Really, I just want people to feel comfortable in my house. I don’t want them feeling like they can’t squeeze in and make the space theirs for a little while. I don’t want them to feel like they have to crawl over something, or get swallowed in pet hair. (I’m looking at you cat) I want them to be at peace. I want them to enjoy our place.
So, until tomorrow, I will be furiously cleaning, then practicing my zen to find the calm. If no one hears from me, I am probably lost in my basement. Look for me in the Christmas decorations. I may have gotten tangled with the lights.