Frantic Cleaning

Do you ever go into high gear, cleaning frantically when relatives are coming? I do. This is not to say that my house is a complete mess, but my office where I work is, er, creative. Usually when the relatives come, I fling everything on the desk into a big box and hide it. The problem is, I’ve done this for the past four months which equaled four boxes of junk. Finally when my husband was away, I spent all day Sunday going through the boxes, sorting, filing, and throwing stuff out.

Today I have 11 people coming to my house for my daughter’s baptism on Sunday. To top it off, the poor baby came down with a virus. So I have a sick, screaming baby, a house that needs cleaning, and ELEVEN people coming for dinner tonight. Can we say–AAAAHHHHH!!!

I bought a bottle of wine for dinner tonight. I might just have to find myself a corner and savor it to keep my sanity.

Now, off to scrub toilets. Which house cleaning job do you hate most? :batman: (I hate mopping).

History trivia: In Victorian times, the seaside was considered good for your health. A bathing cart (completely covered) would take a woman into the ocean from the beach, they would dunk her (clothed in a woolen bathing suit) a few times, and then the cart would return. This was to maintain a woman’s privacy. Dunkings were considered quite healthful.