If you enjoy what you find here, be sure to subscribe or become a follower, so you can keep up with all my bloggy goodness.
Yesterday morning, a gaggle of friends brought their kids to my house to decorate Christmas cookies. I love hosting play groups like this, where the moms can get together to drink coffee and laugh, and the kids have a little activity and then time to play. We had a blast. My friend, Catherine, names have been changed co-hosted with me and brought over tons of cookie cutters and Alton Brown's Sugar Cookie dough. Several other ladies bundled up in this frigid weather and joined us for the fun.
|photo by dano, via a creative commons license|
I jumped out of bed and promptly
Upon finishing my shower, I finally began to pick up the mess. Clean the table, counters, bathroom... check. Pick up toys... check. Remove random junk that has been strewn from one corner of the house to the other... semi-check. All that stuff got piled on my bed to be dealt with later. Vacuum..... vacuum.... vacuum... why isn't my vacuum working? Crap and double crap! Fling the vacuum aside... check.
Dishes. Oh, the dishes. Needless to say, I hadn't worried over the dishes the night before because I was too, um... busy. The sink was piled high. The time is ticking down. The dishwasher was already full of clean dishes that would have to be unloaded. What to do?
|courtesy of miss pupik, via a creative commons license|
That is, until I write a post about it. But, I do have a point. Yesterday, my home looked presentable. Obviously lived-in, but (fairly) clean. My vacuum did break, remember? Hopefully, my home exuded comfort and welcome and a sense of this-is-me-not-trying-too-hard. Out of respect for my friends, I cleaned up my home so they would feel comfortable. So they wouldn't have to look at all of my grime. I think that's perfectly acceptable, even hospitable to do.
But, what about ourselves? Do we clean up our personalities when we're with our friends? Or, do we let it all hang out? Do we really show them our true selves? Are there corners that we try to hide away from prying eyes? If so, why? Why must we fake a perfect persona for the world to see? Why must we always be the peppy, perfect cheerleader? Why must we always be dressed to the nines? Can't we wear our sweats once in awhile?
Let down your hair, ladies. Allow your friends to really get to know you. Seek out a few close relationships, if you haven't already. Sometimes, it's okay to have proverbial dishes in the sink.