My mother-in-law is coming for the weekend. Which I think is great. Seriously, she's a super lady, full of energy and always laughing. We're lucky we get a chance to see her, considering all of her activities. She's in the bowling league, golf league, garden club, drives for Meals on Wheels, and some other clubs I'm sure I'm forgetting. She always shows up with food and gifts too, which is always a bonus. Who doesn't love delicious free food that you didn't have to cook?
In preparation for visitors of any kind, and especially Craig's mom, the house must be cleaned. Now, my definition of clean and Craig's are very different. His is "If you can see the floor, it's clean." Mine is "If you see anything ON the floor, it's NOT clean." So this evening we will be cleaning the house. It's really not all that bad, since I cleaned before we went to my folks house for Thanksgiving. There is only a little straightening up to do, plus another run over with the vacuum, and bathroom cleanings.
Craig thinks it's a bit silly to get all frantic about it. "Like Mom hasn't seen dirt" he says. And with other people planning to come over he's said "I've been to their house and our is way cleaner so don't kill yourself cleaning." I don't really care what their houses look like. I want mine to be clean enough that I won't be embarrassed when they walk into my dining room and can tell what we had for dinner the last few days because food shrapnel can be found under the girls chairs.
When pressed into service, Craig will help clean. He does the mopping and sometimes the vacuuming, and I dust and have bathroom duty. But god forbid he cleans on his own. Once I kind of let our bathroom get a little gross (I clean the guest bathroom and the girls bathroom but sometimes skip ours if I run out of steam) and when I finally cleaned it he said "Whew! I'm glad you did that! It was pretty nasty." Like he doesn't know how to pick up a sponge or toilet brush.
But tonight it's all planned out. We're cleaning, and everyone is helping - girls included, since they know how to pick up toys and put away books. So get out your mop, copy boy. We've got work to do.
All Good Things Must Come To An End
2 years ago
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I'm starting to wonder if it's a male thing - the high tolerance for dirt. J was/is like that - totally willing to pitch in when I requested it, but heaven forbid he come up with the idea on his own.
How'd that "we're all cleaning tonight" thing work out? : )
Okay, so I didn't do much cleaning. You did 90% of it, I'll admit. I did the dishes and cleaned the laundery room though!
You're a trooper honey.
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