Like I just realized that I've been living with tools in the hallway since Easter. They are sitting there to fix the bathroom sink we installed on Easter weekend. One of the faucets is leaking under the sink and there is a plate there to catch the slight drips. After a week of asking my husband to fix it, I just quit noticing. I approached him last night and asked him how long we would be living with this drip (the faucet, not him) and how long it would take to fix. Because if it's going to be "a job" then I'd rather he not tear it apart until after my Pampered Chef party.
He told me "it's barely leaking." It doesn't really matter how slow the leak is, it's like being "barely pregnant," it will still mess up the cabinet (or your life; just kidding) over time. He went in there and further tightened the nut and suggested I find something smaller to catch the drip (again, the faucet, not him). So that's my temporary answer....
(Note to self: add "nice basket" to shopping list to cover the whole under-the-sink scene).
The other thing I never do until I'm about to have company is look up. How often do you look up? We have low ceiling because apparently people in the 60's were shorter than we are now. The ceilings are just a little under 8 feet and can easily be reached by my husband and older daughter, which is nice for them if they lose their balance they can just reach up and catch themselves. Where do I start with the ceilings? Bathroom ceilings get sticky looking from showers, the intake vent in the hallway is probably harboring small rodents in it's dust caked louvers and I have dust mites that are like Tarzan swinging from vine to vine on my living room and family room ceilings.
Next would be the floors. Okay, I really hate mopping and vacuuming. The tools in the hallway are a dead giveaway. Don't be fooled into thinking I've been vacuuming around them. Dust bunnies in the computer/craft/hobby room are multiplying like bunnies, the dog hair in the family room has almost finished creating a whole other pet of some sort and let's just say our dogs love rounding out their dinner on the kitchen floor.
All these things I never notice until I'm about to have company, especially company who has never been here. I mean I love my close friends, but I don't clean for them because they love me anyway and visit for my scintillating personality (or the food).
I've probably just thrown myself under the bus by confessing all my housekeeping sins, because if they read this they'll now be looking for those things. Quite honestly, I never look at that stuff when I visit other people's houses; I'm not sure why I think other people would.
But one can never be too safe... or too clean... or something like that. And hey, what the heck, if anyone reading this wants to come to a Pampered Chef party tomorrow night, let me know. My house will be clean... just don't look up or down.