|A friend came by to drop off her kiddo a bit ago. She's been here several times - when the house ready for company, when I'm in the midst of deep cleaning, when I'm in the midst of exams and the place looks like shit, while Beloved is in the process of cooking a meal and the kitchen looks crazy but smells fantastic --- she knows this place.
Today she walked in as the girls were playing a card game on the floor and I was sitting on the couch checking e-mail. She said, "your house is so quiet!" slight pause, "and clean!"
I laughed, thinking, "surprise, surprise, Zuska's house is clean" - not really insulted, b/c, really, my house is always cluttered. Not DIRTY, mind you, but cluttered. Reason being we're shoving 2500 square feet worth of people and belongings into a 1000 square foot (or less) apartment. Considering that fact, we don't do too bad.
But then her daughter (8 years old) laughed, and said "that's because OUR house is so messy and loud!"
Nothing to do with me. Or my "clean" house.
Labels: friendship, housework, life