I’m feeling much better today than I was yesterday. Thankfully, the kids slept a bit later this morning and we’re all on the road to recovery after our trip.

The fact that I have more energy is definitely a good thing . . . since we have visitors tonight . . . and these visitors have titles that end in “in-law.”

I have lots of great excuses. We’ve been gone for most of the last three weeks. We just unpacked the suitcases and did laundry all day yesterday (can you really expect more of a person?). I had to pack for two separate trips before we left so things were spread out all over the house.

But the reality was that my house was far from in-law-ready, and I had to get after it this morning. Thankfully, it was enough better than last summer that I was able to get it whipped into shape in a few hours, but I did resort to a few of my old tricks.

The empty tub that had held our food from the trip was just too tempting.

The dresser in the office/game room/guest room was just too cluttered.

The time before they got here was coming just too quickly.

So I did it. I dumped all of the clutter into that empty tub.

It felt awful, but I honestly didn’t know what to do. Lenetta calls that clutter unmade-decisions, and she’s right. I just didn’t have the time or the mental energy to make all of those decisions before they got here. I mean, I had to get a shower. What would be worse, shoving a bunch of stuff into a container, or answering the door in my pajamas and smelling like I just finished running a marathon?

My one justification was that I put the container under the guest bed, so it will have to be moved when I put the trundle back under there. Hopefully, when I pull it out, the guilt will overcome me and I’ll go ahead and make all of those decisions.

Hopefully.