The dumb thing is that I generally keep the house reasonably clean and tidy. I don't freak out if someone drops by unexpectedly (in fact, I kind of like it), even if they might see dishes in the sink, crumbs on the floor, or the general detritus of three boys.
But when I know ahead that I'm having company, for some reason I'll get on the crazy-train about a week or so before and it goes kind of like this, Why mop the floor today when I'll want it freshly mopped for Sunday? And pretty soon I've got 28 (or more?) things on the To Do list.
Granted, the boys do a lot of them (especially ones like Remind Wyatt to shave), so it's not as overwhelming as it might sound. But extra things do creep in, like sending Kerry down into town to bring home our 'new' bookshelf (yay Craigslist) and set it up in the family room. (And yes, J, it is fixed to the wall already. Before a single book went onto it.)
But we're just about there. I'm setting the tables. The ham is ready to go in the oven. And the sun is shining so the laundry is drying on the line, and the boys are OUTSIDE, which is good for them and even better for my sanity :D I can see one glorious red tulip blooming that the *%&$# deer didn't get to. And by tomorrow it should be all smooth sailing.
Wishing you a joyful Resurrection Day, tomorrow.
I know that my Redeemer lives,
and that in the end He will stand
upon the earth.
And after my skin has been destroyed,
yet in my flesh
I will see God.
I myself will see Him
with my own eyes -
I, and not another.
How my heart yearns within me.