Running On Fumes

I've spent my night cleaning.

Exciting Friday, huh?

I'm not particularly fond of cleaning in general. Oh my God, that's an understatement. I kinda hate it. A lot.

Tonight's especially tough because I am dead tired. I've been tired all week. Like the completely zapped, barely enough energy to breathe, I don't want to do anything tired. I haven't been that tired since Mono Attack of 2001.

I'm telling ya, if the hubby hadn't met Mr. Snip-It about 6 years ago, I would seriously think I was pregnant.

So I'm struggling.

All I want to do is lie in bed under a mountain of blankets and sleep for days. That's reasonable, right?

But we have an out of town friend coming to visit so it has to be done. No getting out of cleaning duty this time.

Normally it wouldn't be a huge deal, I keep my house clean enough for company. Well, most the time. Okay, sometimes. Oh who am I kidding? I'm gonna need at least 24 hours notice before you stop by.

But seriously,  I wouldn't normally care so much. Especially when I'm this tired. If we're good enough friends that your crashing at my house, then whatever.

But this is different. Last time he came to visit he stayed several night with us. We didn't take off work for his entire visit, so he was at our house alone. Not a big deal, right?

Except he kept stumbling onto all my housekeeping shortcomings. Like every single one.

While we were at work, he rewired our surround sound. For the better, it was a really cool thing to do. The problem was that we had hardwood floors, which makes dust more obvious - I mean, there's nothing for it to sink in to, it just piles up. And as gross as this is, I rarely dust behind the tv. Which is exactly where he had to go to connect all the wires.

Of course, I immediately thought of that when he showed us what he had done. My very first thought was "Oh no.  I bet it was dusty."  but then I was like, "Nah, he's a guy. Dudes don't even notice stuff like that."

Oh, but they do. At least this one did. Because he told us he was wearing a black shirt and he had to change because his shirt got so dusty.

He had also had made us a cake. And I guess when he was looking for measuring stuff, he pulled out the one junk drawer I have. Out of all the cabinets you look through, that's the one you pick? Every single drawer in my kitchen is nicely organized - except the one you open.

And I know he got into my junk drawer because in the sink was the measuring cup that came with my floor steamer. Since I have a zillion measuring cups and he instead used my steamer cup...I'm guessing that was the first and only drawer that he opened.

He also happened to see the embarrassingly large pile of clothes I had tucked in my room, thinking they would be out of the way. I can't even say anything about that one. I basically have piles of clean clothes about 95% of the time. But look, there are four human's worth of clothes against me. I lose every time.

And I know it doesn't matter, but I'm convinced he thinks I'm some sort of horrible housekeeper. Quite possibly because there may have been an entire conversation about it during his last visit. No worries, hubby assured me that he did not marry me for my cleaning or cooking.

But I'm still not letting this guy see my house unless it's spotless. I don't know, I guess I have something to prove. I mean, I'm totally not a great housekeeper but I'll be damned if he knows it!

So we're bumping Friday Family Fun night and I got to work. Isn't that how everyone wants to spend Friday night? I mean, I could either let it go and crawl in bed or obsess over every little detail and drive myself crazy trying to make this place look magazine perfect.

I'll let you figure out which one I'm doing...