Incoming...

Let's take a moment to review the amount of housework that has taken place over the last few weeks. We've ripped out the family room carpet and put in laminate, planted flowers and a tree, painted clouds on Will's walls, plowed through the "file pile" on my desk that was taller than Will (and we all know that is pretty darn tall), cleaned out all the closets, organized the dressers of all the kids, and replaced lightbulbs that have been out since we bought this house. For the record, that was two years ago. Why did we do all of this work recently (and if you are some Bob Villa wannabe who does that kind of stuff in one weekend for fun, just shut the h-e-double hockey sticks up)? Because, company's coming.

I was talking to my friend Laura about the company phenomenon and based on her confirmation, I know its not just me. When the out of towners are coming in town, a frenzy takes place. And the funny part is that its all stuff that we should have been doing anyway. Why is it that we lived with a kitchen light out for YEARS? And why would I let my file pile get so big that the thought of putting something away was too much to deal with? But then, I receive a flight itinerary and suddenly this lazy butt kicks into high gear and stuff gets done? I need to request that someone visit on a monthly basis so that I could actually keep this place in working order. Then again, for those visitors that come often (like when your son needs Tylenol meltaways and you can't get to the store... Thanks, Homa), I get so complacent that I don't care what you think of my house. So, even the monthly visitor isn't going to work. So, I guess we just buy lightbulbs once a year and call it done. I just have to hope that people come at least that often or my family would be sitting here in the dark just to avoid a trip to Lowe's.