When I am expecting guests I typically work myself into a frothy frenzy. Not only do I plunge headlong into the standard pre-party chores – vacuuming, scrubbing toilets, grocery shopping, dusting, de-cobwebbing – I also tackle what most people would consider “deep cleaning.”
I scrub the baseboards. I polish the hardwood floors. I re-grout the tub. Once I even repainted an entire wall in my living just hours before my dinner guests arrived. I’d intended to touch up a few scuff marks but accidently used the wrong paint.
Suffice to say, by the time the doorbell rang I looked and felt like I’d just completed the Iditarod. Not only did I barely have the energy to put dinner on the table, I was too exhausted to enjoy myself or the company of my guests.
It probably goes without saying: hospitality is not one of my spiritual gifts. Or at least this is what I’ve always assumed.