Pining for a bed that’s not mine so I don’t have to make it.
It’s probably the fumes emanating from the spray cleaner, but I’m questioning my sanity. Specifically, my sadomasochistic tendency to “deep” clean before company arrives. What possessed me to climb a ladder and scrub the molding on 9’ ceilings? Or vacuum the partition door? Or reorganize the pantry, the larder, and the cupboards—at the same time. I don’t even cook in this kitchen. Why am I scowling at the oven considering which carcinogenic foam I should use next?
It’s probably just the fumes talking, but I’m pining for a hotel room. With room service. And maid service. And views. Someplace warm and cozy and not particularly invested in tradition. Someplace that has never even heard of cranberries, except to mix them with vodka and serve with a swizzle stick.
But try as I might, there isn’t a hotel room in my near future. So I’m cleaning. Deep cleaning. Scrubbing and scouring and working up a mighty fine case of dish-pan hands. I just had go and offer to host Thanksgiving Dinner. I’m not sure what came over me. I’d blame it on the cleaning fumes, but heaven only knows what I was smoking then.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
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Heh, you’re welcome! ~W
It will be lovely! Just enjoy the opportunity to show off your home, which I find delightful in every photo I’ve seen of it. I do admit that I would be the same as you though, as evidenced by my cleaning frenzy when Book Club was coming over.
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Oh, thanks! I’m afraid I only got the main floor looking tip-top. But alas, my studio is still a pit beyond belief! ~W
I feel your pain. I definitely *only* deep clean when we have people coming over. Thankfully, (get it!) I am only having my mother-in-law over and she’s bringing half the food and has regularly seen my house at its absolute worst. So, it’s not too bad!
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Oh, well… that’s a relief then, eh? 😀 ~W
My hubby’s family from Dallas is flying in tonight, including his 91 yr. old grandma who I ADORE. She grew up in the first Depression and can make something from anything. We will be crafting all week with beads and sticks and what not.
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Awesome!! Post photos of your creations; I’d love to see them. ~W
This is the only time I get into cleaning the darned house…is when I know people are coming over. Which is why I’m contemplating having a cookie exchange…cause the studio needs to be cleaned out (and some dust needs to be cleared away…)
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Yes, yes! Do the cookie exchange. Ok, now follow closely. Have everybody bring and extra dozen. Then, package those extra cookies up and put MY address on the box. FedEx. I’ll love you forevah! ~W
If you’re bored later, my house could use a good scrub…
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Uh. No. 😀 ~W
Well, I need to get high. My house is a mess. A hotel room sounds magnificent.
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Doesn’t it? I’m such a fan of maid service. 😀 ~W
I do the same. At least my windows finally got washed before our guests arrived and I’m sure they didn’t notice that I forgot to mop the kitchen floor.
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Heh, I left the guest towels in the dryer. Fortunately, there was something in the bathroom already. But STILL. 😀 ~W