You Don’t Need To Mop For Good Friends
April 8, 2012 by Marci
Yesterday, we had 6 adults and 7 children over for Easter lunch. It was gorgeous outside, so we were in an out of the house from the get-go. There was a trail on my floor from door to door. When it was time to eat, there were so many of us that we had food all over the main level of our house which is mostly tile. From the moment the doorbell rang, our floors were dirty. I was so glad I didn’t bother to mop.
GASP!!
Yep. Didn’t mop before company.
I was out of town last week and had just one day to cook and clean before Easter Sunday. I really needed to be efficient. I needed to decide what was really necessary. Mopping my floors to be clean when my friends opened the door wasn’t necessary. Don’t get me wrong. I did sweep the floor and I wipe up any spills or mud on the floors when they occur, so the floor wasn’t filthy. But, there was a time, when I would have cleaned every inch of my house before having company over. I would have stressed and worked my fingers to the bone. I have since come to my senses.
My good friends don’t come over to inspect my housecleaning. They have never asked when I mopped my floors last. They just hug me at the door and start chatting about how big all our kids are getting or our new hairstyles. When I told a friend at the end of the day that I hadn’t mopped, she actually cheered! It’s good to be around people who love you for who you are on the inside and not the outside facade and works.
Let go of trying to be it all and do it all. Just be.
Comments (3)
Sounds like a fun day! And it’s nice to hear that I’m not the only person who doesn’t mop my floors before company comes
Haha! That made me smile! So happy I’m in good company
oh girl, I had one neighbor who ALWAYS dropped by unannounced. I got to a point where I greeted her at the front door and wouldn’t move. Just stood there talking. It was so rude, but I was so embarrassed about my dirty kitchen. Finally I got to a point – if she likes me it’s nothing to do with the status of my sink. She’s like me dirty pots and all. And she does.