So today I had to clean my house. The in-laws were coming so a good, thorough cleansing was in order. I was not looking forward to it. Cleaning is not my thing, nor will it ever be. I did some good, honest procrastinating all morning.
Around noon my mom called to ask me if I wanted to meet her for lunch at our favourite spot. I told her I couldn't because I had to clean my house. I may have hinted that she could pick up lunch and bring it to me, you know, if she wanted. She agreed and added that she would help me clean. Not just that she would help me clean my house, but also that she actually wanted to help me clean! I mean - who's ever heard of that!
She arrived carrying empanadas and fish tacos (mmm), we ate a quick lunch and we were off. We must have cleaned for about 4 hours - not straight - there was a quick pie break at one point. The music was on and we were chatting. We even cleaned the fridge, which I definitely would not have done had she not been there. In fact, I'm not sure my house has been this scoured in a long time. You could eat off my bathroom floor - I'll discourage my kids from doing so, but you could!
Thanks mom! Do you feel like bringing me lunch next Friday?