You know that thing where your mother-in-law calls and says she is on her way. She is about 15 minutes away. You put the phone down and look around you at the mess overwhelming. And you jump into action, fitting in 3 days worth of cleaning in 14 minutes 50 seconds, with 10 seconds to left to catch your breath by the front door before opening it and greeting her in your best and most casual, “Oh, Hey!”
There is something about the announcement of a visitor to our homes that gives us the long-sought for motivation to clean like we get paid to clean. And I suppose there is some sort of payment exchanged. You know the kind of payment where the visitor looks around your home and says something nice. You know when they “pay you a compliment” on your homemaking prowess. And you blush, and look around like, “oh, this old thing.” Like it looks like this everyday. The funny thing we forget in all the cleaning-for-company madness is that the visitor is likely not there to check out our home, evaluate our homemaking skills, and give us a grade based on their experience while in our homes. And still we do the 15 minute mad dash.
Well, this whole scenario (on steroids!) happened for us a couple of weeks ago because my husband informed me that an appraiser was scheduled to come by the house to appraise it for our refinance.