I’m in a MUCH better mood today.
Not that I’ve cleaned my house.
Yes, I know I need to. Yes, I want it to BE clean.
But the busy-ness hasn’t stopped, and my excuses work just as well when I’m smiling as when I’m frowning.
I did run the dishwasher that I filled completely but forgot to start last night when we got home at 10:30 from baseball games.
That’s something, right?
And because this is how my life works, the doorbell rang this morning.
I must not be that welcoming of a person, because it doesn’t often ring on a Friday morning.
Wait, are you under the impression that this was an unexpected ring?
Oh, well . . . it really wasn’t. Or it shouldn’t have been. I do vaguely recall sending a “I’ll be home until 10 tomorrow morning, so you can stop by and pick up that costume” email.
Honestly, it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. I did pseudo-pick-up the living room yesterday.
But oh, the dining room table. The first-thing-you-see-when-you-walk-in-the-door dining room table. The wow-it’s-actually-cleaned-off-so-it’s-the-perfect-place-to-unpack-this-package-the-FedEx-guy-just-delivered dining room table.
But thankfully, I’m laughing. Why no angst? It was a theatre person. An artsy-phartsy theatre person. A friend who is an artsy-phartsy theatre person. One of those who let it all hang out.
And so there was no imagining what must be going through her mind.
Nope. She just said, “Girl, I know how it is! Don’t you hate it when someone comes over and your house is a total wreck?”
Mmm-hmmm. And I laughed. Because I think I’d rather have someone say it out loud than just think it in their head.
At least that’s how I feel today.