I hereby crown myself...

I am royalty when it comes to getting the house just tidy enough for a visitor to stop by and not be disgusted by the condition of my home. I've been known to put dirty dishes in the oven and throw unfolded laundry into the bathtub just as a guest is pulling into the drive way. When my son was younger and I would straighten up the room he would ask me "Whose coming over?" Shameful, isn't it?

Well, yesterday my old roommate from college came to visit with her 3 year old son. Of course, I cleaned up the house for her. Not too much though, the woman did live with me in my twenties and has seen first hand the mess that I can make. I surveyed the house and decided that there were some things that had to really be cleaned, like the pretzel sticks that Griffin had spilled all over the floor before school, yeah, I should probably bend over and actually pick them up. Oh...and that glob of jelly on the dining room table that had dropped off my English muffin during breakfast, I should probably wipe that up too. Before I knew it, I was actually cleaning my house-for real. I was on a roll. When I accidentally woke Koen up from his morning nap while vacuuming I just hoisted him on my hip and continued to vacuum. I felt like a functioning housewife as we floated around the entire house with my baby holding on for dear life.

When Rebekka arrived the house was sparkling and it felt great. I didn't have to worry about her opening a closet to have a ton of stuff fall on her.

So, I am dethroning myself from the title Queen of fake clean and I hereby crown myself...


I was feeling all good about myself until Griffin outed me and walked into the room and shouted in front of our guests...

"What happened mom, the house looks so clean!"