No, this post will not be about vampires or parasites. I'm sorry if that's what you were wanting this morning.
Last night was my first time having anyone over to our house--at least in a planned way. The first official visit to our home from anyone besides family came after we had lived here about two weeks. It was a Sunday evening and I was already in my nightgown--no bra and all. My husband and I were wandering around our meadow when a car slowed down and then turned into our driveway. Without explanation to my husband who hadn't seen the car and who was dressed in actual clothes, I breathed, "Oh, NO!" and sprinted for the house, nightgown flowing about me.
Upon entering the house, the children told me that someone was at the door. I whisper-barked out orders while I threw on some clothes. Pick up the blankets. Hurry, get all of the dishes. Just shove these boxes in your room and close the door. Quickly, you guys. Help pick up these toys. After we frantically tidied the living room, I finally opened the heavy drapes that hang across our sliding glass door (which is the front door). The door was open and there stood a man from our church, sporting a wide grin. Caught.
Well, that first impression was probably accurate.
So last night I had known for a month that people were coming. It was my turn to host book club. We had been passing around the flu earlier and the flu is a crappy hostess gift. I cleaned every surface of my house, the most touchable parts like doorknobs and light switches, with Clorox.
We put up most of the Christmas decorations, though we held off on the tree for lack of space. I had a few refreshments on the table and the girls were spending the night with my parents. There was space for twelve. It was going to be close.
7:30 they came and didn't leave until 11:40. There was one extra chair. Everyone laughed and no one cried--though one new girl told a really sad story. (She was in another book club until they voted her out--right in front of her! I couldn't believe it. What Junior High cruelty.)
My little trailer was lovely and inviting. I wasn't in my pajamas this time, though I did notice later that I had forgotten to put on my make-up that morning. Well, what can you do?
Housecleaning tip #48: If you want to get your house clean, host a party.