my favorite houses to visit are the ones that have toys on the floor, picture frames slightly askew, cheerio crumbs collecting around the table pedestal, and nothing too expensive for my kids to break.
why then, do i feel this incessant need to have my house spic and span and magazine ready before someone can come over?
it’s like a sickness, really. i feel the panic coming, rush around like a mad woman, and then probably yell a few words to my kids and husband to “hurry up” or “stop making more of a mess.” and for what?
the problem with always appearing to have your house “together,” is that it reduces the chances that people will feel comfortable just popping in and actually will deter some people from even wanting to suggest the possibility. that’s basically the complete opposite of how i want to be. i certainly have friends that i would never call and ask to stop in because i know that it would cause way more stress for them than i would ever want to impose. i know that, because that is how i would feel. the whole thing also has me wondering about how the “hurry-and-clean-up-your-room-because-’blank’-is-coming-over” is affecting my kids’ attitudes about hospitality. i’m sure the answer isn’t a good one.
plus, let’s face it—we’re only scrubbing and perfecting to try and convince everyone else that we’ve got everything under control–news flash: we don’t. i don’t. my house might as well reflect that, because grace is for us all….,
so to help me get over this crazy quirk, i challenge you, friends and family, call me and pop by, frequently. i need the practice of letting the perfection image go by the wayside. plus, i just want to see you and hear your hearts and not think twice about the dust on my bedroom side table (you know you have it too). come on over!
what about you? do you prefer visiting your friends’ houses that are “perfect and inspirational” or those that are “real” to their life?