I live in this house of mine everyday. It seems ok. But as soon as I consider entertaining people inside of this house I suddenly start to think of it like this...
I start to remember all that pesky dusting I never do. I start to see the dustballs in the corners and the spit marks on the mirrors. The piles of clothes that have never been put away call out to me. But I have cleaned all I am gonna clean. I am sure this feeling is vital to my house being cleaned EVER, but I am d-o-n-e. When we all gather together to usher in the New Year with friends, I will pretend that it looks clean all the time. And on Jan. 2nd, if you secretly stop by and peer in the windows you can see the reality. SIGH.
