I shared last week that any and all attempts at keeping the house in order flew out the window when the weather brought us four Snow Days.
Not like opened-up-the-window-and-a-gust-of-wind-sucked-them-out.
More like opened-up-the-window-picked-them-up-and-threw-them-as-far-as-I-could-with-all-my-might.
I’ll say it. Last week was much more conducive to reading a book on the couch while wrapped up in my electric blanket than to keeping on a cleaning schedule.
But tonight is the Superbowl, and the fact that people just might ring the doorbell this afternoon and expect to find a clear place to sit was motivation to do something about it.
And the whole this-is-our-home-and-we-should-take-care-of-it thing, too.
Anyway, we spent half the day yesterday cleaning. My 4yo worked on her room, the boys cleaned the living room, hubby cleaned the kitchen, and I cleaned the dining room. Things were going well, even though nothing was being done in the office/game room. The sure-to-be-used space with the half-bath where I send guests. In my mind, I would get to it later, because it really wasn’t that bad.
Once I got to it, I looked inside, and tried to view the room through my experienced slob-blogger eyes. I did acknowledge that perhaps it wasn’t as close to acceptable as my Slob Memory had been convincing me it was.
But still . . . I didn’t think it was THAT bad. Especially not compared to the state of every other room in the house before we started Cleaning Day.
But I took my obligatory before picture (if I’m going to do a big cleaning day, you know I’m going to blog about it.)

And then I started picking up. After a while, I was satisfied that it was good enough for the friends who would be coming over for the Superbowl. I was curious to see how much of a difference there would be in the picture.
Ummm. Yeah. Quite a bit of difference.

I’m guessing that the after picture should be my definition of “not that bad.”
And yes, in case you’re wondering, that is my mannequin.
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i do the same thing..wait until the day guests come over to clean the house.
come over to my blog where i left you a something (http://isoundlikemymom.blogspot.com)