We had a new group of people over the other night. It was kind of a spur of the moment thing, but I still had time to pick up the house and clean (which, to my way of thinking, are separate entities entirely). I love seeing the house tidy.
I love having an excuse to clean, because then at least other people can see the fruits of my labor, since my children and husband don’t really seem overly concerned with it, and it only stays spic and span for about 20 minutes before my kidlets clutter it all up again and drop pudding on freshly mopped floors.
Another couple brought in a couple of babysitters, who watched the children downstairs while we talked upstairs. We all paid $3-5 depending on the number of kids. The children (including mine) were 5, 4, 4, 3, 2 and 1. This was the first time I had met this group of people.
Where am I going with this?
Here. This was the state of my playroom after everyone had left.
Granted, it wasn’t in perfect condition before the kidlets descended on it like so many locusts. I had told the babysitters on the initial ‘rules tour’ I intentionally didn’t pick it up because I knew we’d have the kids here. I’m not sure what I expected, but I sure didn’t expect this. They even let the kids open some brand new toys I forgot were within reach and now some of those pieces are lost. There were also a lot of toys out in the living room, which had been previously spotless.
Kevin was even mad about it, more so than me, which made me more upset. I’m not sure if I should say anything now. It would only serve to make the parents feel bad, who I’m sure, are very well intentioned. But I sure would like to say something if we ever host this group again!