We hosted playgroup at the house today. Fun! Babies, babies, everywhere. And more importantly, a very clean house. Every time we host, David comes home that night and eyes the cleanness. I imagine he’s thinking, “Sweet, when are you going to host playgroup next?” Or, more cynically, “So when you said ‘it’s really hard to clean the house with the baby around,’ what you really meant was ‘it’s really hard to clean the house with the baby around, unless I have the proper motivation.’” And yes, a large group of women and their babies descending on the house is, indeed, the proper motivation.
Now don’t get me wrong, it’s not like we live in filth the rest of the time. But it’s just not usually quite this clean. And I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one who does this. I vividly remember when I was about ten and my parents were having company (not a particularly frequent occasion). My parents enlisted us to help clean up the house; I guess they didn’t feel like it was their job to pick up my 100 collectible trolls (yes, I was that kid). Anyways, I said to my dad, “But dad, if these are your friends, shouldn’t they be understanding of the fact that the house isn’t perfectly clean?” Seems like a pretty good point, no? My dad just shook his head and said something along the lines of, “Sorry Sara, that’s not the way it works.” Then he went back to vacuuming up the dust from my 100 hamsters (yes, I was that kid).
Did ten-year-old Sara have a point? Can we all just agree to not clean our houses before we have company? You go first – I’m right behind you.
And for your viewing enjoyment, a whole lotta babies! (This picture was taken a couple weeks ago; Adeline is on the right.)