A few weeks ago, my in-laws came to spend the night and go to the boys’ basketball game. Not so very long ago, I would have been doing a dance of joy and pride that it didn’t freak me out to have guests coming, and didn’t require me to clear my week’s schedule in order to clean house.
As it was, I’m definitely proud of myself, and grateful that finally I’m able to enjoy the thought of having guests instead of dreading all the work I know I have to do to be ready for them.
Unlike my own mother, my mother-in-law is not quite so understanding about the chaos thing. It’s not that she is rude about it, but she just truly doesn’t understand, as someone who has always kept her house looking perfectly fine. She’s not an obsessive cleaner, but there’s never once been dirty dishes on the table or dirty undies in the floor when we’ve shown up unexpectedly at her house.
Over the years, I haven’t been able to hide my slobbishness from her completely. And I am sure reports were made when other family members dropped by unexpectedly and saw the true fullness of chaos.
So, I felt great pride when she noticed on this visit. She didn’t notice an absence of dirty clothes on the floor, as I have always cleaned up for her visits. It was as if she was noticing something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. She kept saying, “You’re house is looking soooo nice.”
She was noticing details, like the little decorative things I’ve done (and been able to do once the surfaces were cleared of clutter).
It felt good to have her notice, but it really feels good to think that hopefully, my home is a little better than it used to be at being a place where guests can relax and enjoy themselves.
Don’t worry, I guarded the master bedroom door.