Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Day 22: A House that is Clean Enough

Today, I had some friends from my mom's group over for a Thanksgiving lunch themed playdate.  I certainly wasn't thinking when I planned it that we would be out of town most of the weekend, and too tired on Sunday to think about cleaning the house.
So yesterday, I was feeling a little overwhelmed by the clutter, as I often am, and was wondering why in the world I had chosen to host such an event at my house.  I picked up toys and folded clothes in spurts before and after doing the Thanksgiving grocery run.  I wrote a blog post, went to Bible Study.  J. bribed the kids with a movie to pick up the toys in the basement.
I wasn't impressed with myself about the level of cleanliness around here.  I meant for the carpet to get steam cleaned, and the kitchen floor to get swept and mopped.  I did vacuum.  I didn't dust.  I didn't wash a window or wipe down any cabinets.  I have not yet ironed a tablecloth.
Today, for several hours, my little kids romped around the house with 10 other toddlers and preschoolers.  N. and her friend tried on every single princess outfit, twice. The grownups shared corn casserole, mashed potatoes, and pumpkin pie. The toys all got dragged all over the family room again.  L. was so distracted he didn't empty the lazy susan cabinet once.
And before the other moms left, they threw the toys back into the corners of the rooms. There they will stay until tomorrow morning when L. drags them out again.
I could have spent the day cleaning.  I'm so thankful I did not.


mep said...

I'm thankful you didn't spend the day cleaning either. I keep spending too much time cleaning or, more accurately, trying to keep disaster at bay. Need to figure out how to let go and need to be better about inviting people over, knowing they aren't walking into a perfect house. Not even close.

Stacia said...

This is one thing that has been so utterly liberating about having a broken leg. I physically cannot clean my house, so it has to be dirty (or as clean as my husband feels like making it). So when people drop by, it is what it is, and I don't even feel bad about it. I wonder how long this will last??