We all know that friends are spectacular people and necessary for emotional happiness, but did you know that friends are also great for getting you to clean your house?
Yep. I don't care how good a friend it is, I'm gonna pick up the rooms they'll be in and clean the bathroom they'll be using. I am willing to do whatever it takes to provide a clean, pleasant space to chill in, even if that means piling my bed with crap and shutting the door. And locking it.
Before MK came over last night:
I understand that it might not look all that different to the untrained eye - sniff - but it's much different. Things are straightened, tidied, cleansed, and "righted." I've been pretty relaxed about clutter and cleaning while Anthony's been gone. I'm usually a Clutter Nazi when he's around because he's the I'll-put-it-*HERE*THERE*EVERYWHERE*-type of guy - don't even get me started on "his" garage (love you, hoobie!).
Anyway, after thinking about how much I love my friends and all they do for me, they also give me a clean house. How great is that?? Friends are the best.
And she sits back in her nice and tidy house and exhales...