Smells cleaner than it is.

Mmm, my house smells nice and pineapple-apple-cinnamonny. I had a bunch of generation Z'ers over yesterday for a lunch playdate. What that really means is a bunch of little babies stared at each other in a "So. What size diaper do you wear?" fashion while their moms noshed and chatted about various baby-related things.

Because the true nature of my home is one of chaos and disorder, the event required me to do a good amount of cleaning. I hate cleaning this house because of places like the hallway bathroom and kitchen. The floors in those rooms are so cracked and puckered that I'm more than a little embarrased about them. Oh well, what can you do? They'll get replaced next year. We can't keep NOT inviting people over because we're ashamed of the work the house needs, so we'll have to get over that.

Oh yeah, the pineapple-apple-cinnamon. The house doesn't smell awesome because I did that great of a cleaning job or because I baked pie. I bought a Glade plug-in scented oil refill and tossed a pineapple top into the trash can which has been decomposing in the kitchen all night. I also sprinkled some of that Arm & Hammer Pet Fresh carpet deodorizer on the rug in the front room to neutralize some of the funk created as Bodie and Puffy wallow on the rug as if it were a hog wallow. Makes the house smell all yummy and makes me feel like I should be doing some arts and crafts or something.

Now, because we have cats with no sense of pride in their surroundings, the floors and rugs I cleaned so well yesterday are tracked with fur and cat food crumbs again. Glad I didn't bother to dust.