Tuesday, March 11, 2008

DCMM: What a Difference a Week Makes

Life sure is different if people aren't coming over to your house.

Last week I hosted one playgroup, one playdate, and a potluck dinner at my house.

This week I don't have any plans to have anyone over. This is rare at my overscheduled house, and it feels awesome.

And it sure changes the way I'm looking at my week.

My kitchen floor? It's filthy. But I'm not going to wash it today. Last week I mopped twice before Thursday.

My basement playroom? Every toy is out on the floor. Last week it was pristine by Wednesday afternoon. I don't think it will be this week.

The inflatable ball pit I have in my basement was the victim of a diaper non-containment disaster last Thursday. If this had happened early last week, you would have found me in the basement studiously cleaning 500 balls. This week, with no one but my own kids to keep out of the thing? It can wait. (Don't get horrid images in your head. It's not as bad as it sounds. But it seems like a good idea to sanitize it thoroughly in the next few days. No rush though.)

My kids' rooms? I had to pull the sheets off the top bunk of the bunk beds because of a middle of the night accident. If kids were coming over, I'd have to make sure it was re-sheeted and ready for crawling all over (and hiding from parents on). With no one coming over? I might just make everyone sleep on the bottom bunk and save the making of the bed for tomorrow.

Last week I pulled out my ailing vacuum and braved its "clankity, clankity, grrrrrr" sounds to make sure there weren't hairballs all over my carpets. This week I'm going to clean the thing and check it over so it hopefully won't make that horrid noise anymore. Maybe I'll do that Wednesday. The floors can wait until then.

My tables are covered in dust, but—let's be honest—they were covered in dust last week too. You can't win 'em all.

Last week, I spent Monday cleaning, Tuesday touching up, and Wednesday and Thursday doing more cleaning.

This week I'm not going to worry about anything until at least tomorrow. This week, we're going to go to playgroup at someone else's (clean) house and come home to wallow in our semi-filth.

And it feels great.

Original DC Metro Moms Blog post.

You can see more evidence of Jean's schizophrenic relationship with housekeeping at Stimeyland.

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