Yesterday my house looked like 19 year old college boys were running a daycare. Food stuck everywhere, boxes of cereal overturned, laundry in piles all over the floor, a roll of toilet paper unwound in the bathroom. Every cliche of a messy house all somehow magically executed at once. (Except it was not actually all that magical.)
Luke got home from work at 6 and I was in rare form. I get moody when my house gets messed up, especially when it gets messed up by two kids who follow behind me and undo everything I work hard to clean like little reverse house elves. (Except again? Not magical.)
Luke took a phone call and then informed me that his parents were stopping by for a minute. I know my mother-in-law knows my house isn't aways so bad and I was actually relieved that someone could entertain the kids for a few minutes so I could clean up from the steak dinner I was still patting myself on the back for making Luke in the midst of such chaos.
My in-laws pull up. And... oh NO... a second car pulls up. In it? Luke's grandma. Luke's grandma who had never been in our house before. (Can you hear me screaming in my head?) Oh! And more people! (AHHHH!) Luke's great Aunt and Uncle, visiting from Colorado.
I did what any sensible person would do in those fleeting last seconds before they all arrived at the front door.
I poured myself the biggest glass of wine ever and chugged it.
I was able to handle the guests with a smile, but hours later? I was still stupidly smiling.
If you got a hilarious and/or goofy and/or super-friendly tweet or comment from me last night?
That is why.