A mom I met online is coming to my house for a play date tomorrow. We have one mutual friend, but for all intents and purposes, we are internet friends. Over the years, she has seen my house tidied and styled in sweet little squares (you can hide a lot with the right angle and filter), but in anticipation of our real-life encounter, I warned her that things probably won’t be too clean when she rolls in.
I joked that some rooms might just be off-limits
Let’s not even get started on the hidden filth
Like the bottom of my oven. Or underneath the fridge. I read a week-by-week cleaning schedule recently and it broke down all these things you’re supposed to do on a semi-regular basis. Like, unscrewing all your vents and washing them in warm water. FOR REAL?! I maybe point my vacuum wand in that direction once a year, but hand wash them? Never have I ever.
See? Surely, I have the dirtiest house on the block.
Do I dream of a pristine, super clean home? I do. I truly do.
But, for now, I've come to peace with the fact that I’m in the season of cleaning up as much as I can and leaving the judgy moms to someone else's friend list.
Don’t mind dust bunnies and stepping over a toy or 10? Then come on in!
