It’s 2:00 in the afternoon.
You have just finished putting the kids down for a nap and are sitting down for the first time all day.
The phone rings:
“Hi! How are you doing?”
“You’re going to be out this afternoon? You would like to stop by and drop some things off?”
“No that’s fine, we’re going to be home all afternoon.”
“In about and hour? Alright, see you then.”
You hang up the phone, the clock starts ticking down and you find yourself (once again) in a fast-paced, high-stakes game of “What’s Worse”.
a. You are still in your husband’s boxers
b. The Mt. Everest sized pile of clean, unfolded laundry heaped onto your couch.
c. The breakfast and lunch dishes that are filling the sink.
d. The weeks worth of grass, cheez-it crumbs, and bits of paper littering your carpet.
e. The milk soaked cheerios that are stuck to the kitchen table and floor.
f. All of the above.
F!!! …it’s “f”, but “f” is not an option.
So you run to the shower, skipping any unnecessary scrubbing. Basically looking to get the grease out of your hair and yesterday’s mascara off your face. You run to get dressed. Did I mention it’s laundry day? So the only things left in your dresser are 13 ill-fitting tops and NO… (count them) ZERO bottoms. So you fish a wrinkled skirt out of the laundry basket throw on a shirt and run to the living room.
You grab arm-loads of laundry and throw them onto your bed and shut the door, pausing for a moment to be thankful for doors that shut. Make a mad dash for the kitchen. Decide to skip rinsing the dishes and load them (stuck-on crud and all) directly into the dish washer. You then do your best to scrape cheerios off the table and pick up any large debris off the carpet.
A knock at the door. You open it slowly and calmly. You smile and say “SO good of you to drop by!”