But please don't show up at my house unannounced.
See the table? It always looks like that.
I do not keep a neat house. This is one of our family resolutions for 2013, but we haven't achieved it quite yet. And on Sunday afternoons when it's not soccer season and we're not going to Grammy's house and there aren't any birthday parties and the weather is cold and the budget is tight? You are likely to find us all in our pajamas. In our messy house. My hair will be unwashed. The trash bags will be by the door because it's trash night.
I should have written this post last week because not only one but TWO little Girl Scouts showed up at our house today. Even worse, we actually knew the second Girl Scout.
Did I mention that there are also two broken lamps by the front door? And another huge pile of junk that's getting donated next week? Oh, and our walls are so desperately in need of paint that I have covered them with the children's drawings?
Any one of these factors wouldn't stress me out. But all of them? At the same time? With people who don't already appreciate how charming I am?
Yikes.
They're lucky I bought any cookies at all. But you know, Thin Mints.
I would love to be one of those people who's ready to entertain at the drop of a hat. I think I actually used to be one of those people. But I'm not now. So consider this a warning:
Don't show up unannounced if you want me to buy something from your kid. Or if you'd rather not know how slovenly I really am.
Okay?
