2006-02-07 - 4:10 p.m.
We need to have the Super Bowl more than once a year. Not because I particularly enjoy watching mammoth-sized men chase each other around a field while throwing a ball. It's not even for all the really bad, artery-clogging foods we prepare so we can watch the mammoth-sized men chase each other. It's because my house has never been cleaner. Really, and it wasn't even me who did all the work. On Saturday, husband was busy as a bee in the living room sorting, gathering, sorting some more and making piles of things that go in other rooms. Then he actually put those piles in the appropriate location. He hung pictures on the wall that have been leaning against the wall for months. He cleaned out corners that haven't seen daylight in years. No kidding...he really did. At one point I'd gotten out the vacuum cleaner and he rushed in saying he was planning to do that while I took the boys to a birthday party later that afternoon! Good Lord, he even Liquid Golded all of the living and dining room furniture!
All but one person coming over for the party has been to our home before and knew what a state of disorganization we live in on a daily basis. But am I gonna complain? No way. If the man wants to clean, who am I to stand in his way?
