When I was growing up, I always had to clean before company came. I found the tasks especially unnecessary when it was family visiting - why did it matter if we cleaned for them? Anyway, my mom was always up at the crack of dawn performing her domestic obligations and it seemed she always enjoyed it. I do believe I've inherited this particular gene from her.
Since then I've embraced the inevitable need to tidy up before company comes. It's good motivation to clean, which I don't normally need, until now! Pregnancy fatigue is a giant road block to domestic duties. So I spent this morning scrubbing the bathroom, sweeping the kitchen, doing last minute laundry, and trying to figure out how on earth I was going to clean the ceiling fans before my friend Rachel arrives tomorrow.
While I consider myself intelligent, I am feeling particularly stupid these days. I think it's called "baby brain". I forget everything, my vocabulary seems tragically stunted and I'm lacking basic common sense. However, having baby brain is no excuse for some obvious ding-dong moves.
While I was struggling to clean the ceiling fan in our living room (which has 20 foot ceilings) I failed to realized how easy it would have been to clean it from the second story hallway. I could have simply reached out over the banister with a duster, but I didn't. I tried to do it the most difficult way possible...from the bottom floor!
What a good reminder that I can't blame all my domestic failures on the baby once he or she arrives!
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