My husband has a part-time job on Maui at a local surf shop where he’s been working since high school. In fact, we still refer to it as his “after school job”.
Tonight the company is celebrating their anniversary on Oahu which means all the employees have to fly over. He invited me to come along but I thought he would probably have more fun just hanging out with the guys.
Anyway, as he was walking out the door, he casually mentioned that some of the guys may be spending the night at our house.
Of course this got an unpleasant reaction out of me. Why couldn’t he have told me this earlier? Did he clean up the spare room? What about the bathroom? How many is “some”?
He couldn’t understand why I was upset. “No worry,” he said. “The house looks fine. They know how messy I am.”
That is so not the point. I feel like a messy house is a bad reflection on me, even if it’s not my mess. What makes it worse is that his friends don’t have kids of their own. How can they understand the tornado effect that follows my daughter around? Or the hand prints on the couch from Baby Bug’s rice crackers. I’ve been meaning to clean it up but what’s the point? Another set of hand prints will replace it tomorrow.
Anyway, can you guess what I’ve been doing all evening while he’s been out partying with his friends?
What about you? How important is the appearance of your home?