We awoke from our heat-induced coma to discover that the house was a wreck, there was a pile of bills to be paid and I was behind on our homeschooling paperwork. How did that happen?
And we have visitors coming! Shawn and Eamon will arrive this evening.
Something must be done.
Once the heat lifted from Are-You-Kidding-Me to I-Think I-Will-Make-It-After-All, I set to work tidying up. But not your run of the mill, stack the books in the corner, sweep the middle of the floor (what? you never do that?) kind of cleaning. This time I tackled all projects, large and small, that have been building up for months. Lucy's doll was repaired. My zafu no longer leaks buckwheat husks every morning. Homeschooling paperwork was dispatched to the belly of the DoE beast. The art supplies that ate the dining room hutch have been tamed. Laundry? I laugh at your laundry!
In the dim of a closed curtain afternoon, our house is looking pretty and awaits the arrival of our long-anticipated guests.