So why am I running around the house going crazy?!
I don't like to leave my house dirty when we travel.
I know. I know.
No one will see it. It will just sit there, bright and shiny and sparkly for no one to appreciate. It will exude fresh smells for no one's nose to sniff. It will be empty . . . but clean.
And frankly, that's what matters.
Because nothing, nothing, puts me in a foul mood faster than returning home from a trip to a dirty house. Seriously friends, traveling with 3 kiddies, is stressful enough. There's the funk that the family is inevitably in because we are out of our routine. There's the mountain of dirty clothes that follows us home. There's the sleep deprivation we all experience from sleeping on pull out beds and sofas. It already is an ugly picture folks. But if you factor in a dirty house . . .egads! You may as well just take away my Krispy Kremes, because I wouldn't be as cranky as if I returned home to a mess.
Home is, well, home. It is my haven. My favorite place, really. And when I am gone, I long for it and all its prettiness that hubby and I have created.
When I walk in the door, I just want to kick off my shoes, sink into my sofa, and sigh. That's it.
I don't want to tackle the dishes that were left in the sink or vaccuum up goldfish crumbs that adorn my floor. I want to just veg and appreciate my home.
So, I will continue to run around like a crazy woman these next few days to clean my house.
It will be worth it when I get home.