In a week the party starts. Our little cape will be housing one big happy family which is six smaller families which is 28 people, 13 of these lovelies being children. Got that?
We are renting a porta-potty, borrowing tents, and discussing karaoke.
Every year we travel west, but this year, the gang is coming east.
This year we are the hosts. And I have running thoughts all day long…will everyone have fun? will we have enough fridge space? what if it rains the whole time? I wish I liked my couch cushions more, will anyone want to come back?
In anticipation of such an event, mother dear (me) declared we would be cleaning for a week. You can imagine the rejoicing!
I didn’t sign the kids up for anything – no swimming lessons, no music, no sports, no nothin’. We’re having Cleaning Camp! It’s been awesome.Instead of simply tidying up, I decided the whole house would be purged and scoured. All while listening to Mozart.
It’s official: I’ve turned into my mother.Cleaning Camp is so fun! We wake up and sing with joy at the prospect of scrubbing base boards, sweeping up nasty dust balls under benches, and finding shrunken grapes under the couch. Unfortunately, these are true stories. The darling oldest child plays Disney music and says, “Let’s pretend we’re Cinderella and we have to work for a wicked stepmother.” Of course I can’t fathom what she means. We dust the drapes, scrub the floors, and… often get distracted by the Disney music.
If I didn’t know it before, I know it now: Children just don’t care as much as you do. And that’s okay.
I have been thinking of my mother a lot this week. Of how much of her life has been getting ready for her children to come home, to make sure they want to come home.
Of course, guests aren’t coming for the perfect house, they are coming to see you.
Still, I decided I needed to paint the closet.
For seven years I’ve wanted to paint this closet and I’ll tell ya, it feels sooooo nice. Even our Tenny boy loves it.
There’s nothing like company to spur us into action! When we need food I go down to the garden, where everything started messy and is now growing so beautifully. Yes, my friends, the work is worth the effort. For plants and for family.
Down in the garden I munch away like Peter Rabbit. Who needs grocery stores when you’ve got kale and swiss chard?
After a few hours of quality Cleaning Camp with four Cinderellas we have a reward. Like lunch. And World Cup!Speaking of messy, my boy is obsessed with Messi from Argentina. Dempsey of the USA is a close second. And what’s up with the biter?
It’s quite perfect to sit down and in front of the TV and feel all patriotic instead of neglectful.
I think we must all be feeling the Cleaning Camp love as this evening when we said family prayer, Cope said, “Thank you that we could clean this morning and have fun as a family.” When I grinned at her she said, “Notice they were separate events.”
So tell me, are you having as much fun as we are? And please tell me you have fond memories of cleaning with your mother.