Just last night I wrote an email to a de-cluttering group saying that I could have someone over without freaking. That's sort of big for me. I grew up in a pig sty and didn't have my friends over. That's sort of carried over to my adulthood and it's only recently that I've realized my house is NOT the house I grew up in and yes, I *can* have people over. MAN, childhood takes forever to get past doesn't it?
Well, money was tight this week so I couldn’t do a full grocery shop on the weekend. My husband got his paycheck last night so I was going to go deposit it today and go shopping. We’re out of all the kid’s staples and the fridge is pretty bare (plus I don’t have anything for dh’s work lunch tomorrow). Basically, I pretty much have to go shopping today. We had a playdate planned but I figured we could do the shopping in the morning and get it over with and have plenty of time to meet our friends.
So we get up and guess what? Owen (4) is sick with a fever. He walks slowly down the stairs and falls asleep on the couch. He’s up now, had a very pathetic breakfast (the last apple and dry toast since we’re out of jelly) and is watching videos on the couch.
I called my mom to see if she could come here for an hour so I can shop but she’s not feeling well herself. She suggests I call my MIL.
My immediate, knee-jerk reaction is that I can’t have my MIL over here. MIL is a really nice woman, really sweet and likes me, but she’s my MIL!! I can’t have her over here!
I hang up with my mom and look around and realize that I *can* have her over here! No, it’s not perfect, yes, there’s lots of clutter, but you can walk in every single room without tripping over things so that’s good right?
(don’t go in the basement,
!). Plus all the items I've been getting rid of are really making a difference. Some areas look really nice but even the areas that aren't done yet, still look better than they did. And recently, inspired by my de-cluttering, I’ve started making more of an effort to clean (there didn’t seem to be a point when the place was so cluttered you couldn’t see things you know?). So just last night both toilets got scrubbed, the mirrors were polished, the bathroom counters were wiped (ok, I still can’t really wipe the kitchen counters because they are too cluttered), the bathroom and all the upstairs doors were dusted and I swept or vacuumed every room. This morning I made my bed (not that she’ll be in my bedroom but it looks great
So I called and left a message asking if she could come and watch the kids here for an hour. And I’m not freaking
I also should say that when I first met my dh’s family, MIL and FIL lived with younger SIL in a house that was not immaculate. They had one room in particular (their tv room) that was extremely cluttered. It made me feel right at home
Now, younger SIL has moved out and FIL has passed on and MIL is retired and living alone so spends a lot of time decorating her house (when she’s not jet setting around the world, going to plays or going on road trips – she’s pretty cool!). NOW her house is really neat,
. But I’m glad I met her when her house was more normal. I keep having to remind myself she is a really nice woman who won’t judge me for having a cluttered house. AND remind myself that my house is not as bad as I keep thinking it is
Ok, thanks for reading, I just had to ramble