Today we are hosting my company Christmas party. I have been pretty good about pretending I was cleaning and decorating a little more than usual this week because I loved my family, but today I have encouraged by children to sit on the couch and watch TV while I walked around with a bottle of Windex permanently attached to my left hand. No surface, inside or out, has been spared. Because really, isn’t it all about working yourself to exhaustion so it looks like you barely tried to everyone else? “Oh, it was nothing! I always have the house like this!”
Today, as soon as I got it done, I shipped these guys off with Grammy. Now I only have to get Phil in on the “don’t touch anything” game.