10,000 Steps Behind
You never realize how filthy your house is until you have someone over. Then, as soon as they step in the door, those greasy fingerprints, burned-brown cook-top with crusty food, and yogurt covered windows pop-out like neon signs--though they've camouflaged themselves for a week (or more?). Suddenly, the good feeling you had about getting those breakfast dishes cleaned up turns into a horrible drowning feeling. You were just headed down to watch The Young and the Restless (you know you were) what, with those breakfast dishes done, but now, now that you're a failure, you can never justify tv again.
That happened to me this morning. And I thought I'd never recover. But then I thought of a would you rather (always a remedy!): would you rather have a cook or a maid? (vote to your left!)
And in my mind I chose maid, and imagined what I'd have her clean for me. Then I ate some gummy grapefruits (best candy ever) and got back to my show. Just kidding--remember the dtv switch? But I didn't clean that cooktop. I might wait till the next time a visitor shows up. That is hard crap to get off!