When it is cold and rainy and not so sunny here in the winter, please help me remember that I thought the summer here was pretty close to perfect. At least most of the summer. I love how it is cool in the morning, warms up during the day, and then cool again at night. I love to sleep with the window open. Last night as I snuggled into bed, with one light blanket nestled all around me, I could hear my wind chime blowing in the breeze, I thought it doesn't get any better than this. Perfection.
I didn't get into bed until 10:30 ish. And since school started that's a little on the late side for me. Wild I know. BUT, we had two soccer practices, football practice and a parent curriculum meeting last night. So, it seemed perfectly logical, that I would try and make homemade pizza last night for dinner. Right, when you don't have any time, you should be rolling and kneading dough and letting it rise?? Perfectly logical. BUT, if you know anything about me, when I set my mind to something...by golly nothing slows me down. So, my spinach artichoke pizza was sounding oh so good. And I had everything, so why not. Well, as it turned out, my kids ate leftovers, and Scott and I didn't eat our lovely pizza until AFTER the parent meeting at school. But in the mean time, my kitchen looked like a bomb had exploded. I had blanched spinach left out, my Kitchen Aid out, all manner of pizza making supplies left out on the counter. Not to mention, the left-over layered enchilada mess that the kids so lovingly- did NOT pick up. Oh oh and not to mention again soccer stuff that was left all over. As I stepped into the house, I felt my face flush. I hate it when the house is a mess, and I hate it when I come HOME from someplace all nice and relaxed to a messy house. But you know what I hated even more? As I kicked my way threw the mess, I saw some lovely veggies our friends Todd and Julie brought over from their garden. At first I forgot all about my irritation, oh look tomatoes, and zucchini and squash!! And then I realized they had seen the state of my kitchen and/or house. Really, I was just being a good friend, if ever her house was a wee bit messy, I wanted to make her feel good about herself. "At least my house isn't as messy as Heather's was that day!"
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That is why I rarely stress about when people come over and my house is a mess. I want my friends to feel good about themselves and know that even people who look like they have it all together away from home don't always have it together at home. And that's OK. I have a really dear friend whose house is always immaculate and if one magazine is out of place she apologizes for "the mess!" I'm like, "you've been to my house, don't you dare apologize!"
I hear you! I have Primary presidency meeting here tonight - and I have my work cut out for me. At least I know they're coming!
Hope that pizza was good. I have started project that I knew were going to put me over the edge before. But, by golly, I did them.
I'm sure those people have seen your house many times at its finest and one shot of a messy kitchen won't send them off thinking that is normal for you.
I zero-in on ideas like that too. Oh, and if we're not allowed to have totally crazy days where we just make a mess, I'm a failure already! haha!
Oh man, people just showing up is hard for me because it's a gamble on how clean my house will look! And I am soooo with you on the whole hate coming home to a dirty house scenario!! And I hate waking up to a dirty house, too. I still do it, but I hate it. :)
Oh man what a great way to look at it ;) Someone always stops by my house when it is at its worst. I think some of my friends think I never clean but I promise I do!
HAHA. Get that pizza done, woman.
You KILL ME! I spent all afternoon Wednesday cleaning my house for a big RS meeting that was happening at 8. One person showed.
Wish I hadn't wasted my time!
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