This is how a conversation between my husband and myself would go.
(Lance hangs up his phone)
Me: Who was that?
Lance: My parents.
Me: What did they have to say?
Lance: Oh they have something and want to bring it by?
Me: What?? When???
Lance: They will be here in a few minutes.
Me: SERIOUSLY????? The house is a mess!
Lance: They won't care...
Me: Ya but I do!!!!
Then what my husband has so lovingly referred to as 'freak out cleaning' begins.
Scrambling to beat the clock, (if there was a game show for this non sense I would totally win) I clean any room I think someone might come into. Even if no one uses the bathroom I go in and make sure there are no little boy pee marks left on the toilet. Vacuum and who knows what else. My husband thinks I am crazy but I stay at home with my kids. Shouldn't my house always be Martha Stewart Catalog clean??? Instead my house usually looks like a tornado of toys has hit us. Little finger prints EVERYWHERE!!!! It is really bad on the weekends when I hardly get out of my jammies. But honestly I don't mind until someone wants to 'stop by'. Please tell me that I am not the only crazy person out there who does this?