I like to think that my house usually is in pretty good shape. Sure, there's plenty of clutter, and I'm not as good about washing the kitchen floor or shampooing carpets as other people. But usually if I have short notice I can still plow through the house in fifteen minutes with a laundry basket and the vacuum if really necessary to make it guest-friendly.
Ever go to a party and one room is closed off? NEVER open that door! So much random crap will fly out at you, stuff that your gracious host/ess has stashed to make the house cleaner and festive for the party. Some people even go as far as throwing a laundry basket filled with clutter in the tub and pulling the shower curtain around the mess. Out of sight, out of mind!
Nevermind the tub, or a closet. My problem is the guest bedroom. It's the perfect place to stash stuff we don't know what to do with. I have an obsessive habit with craft items, especially yarn these days. Guest bedroom. My bookcase, crammed with books? Guest bedroom. Bed covered in stuff that I bought "for later" like baby gifts, old clothes, etc? GUEST BEDROOM!! Usually this isn't a problem. However, for two weekends in a row I'm going to have a guest. It's just my mom, who saw my bedroom growing up, so she's not going to care so much. But still, I have to at least clean off the bed! I have no idea where I am going to put all of this stuff, yet I don't want to part with any of it.
I guess all of this begs the question: What am I going to do when I have to face the music someday? Someday that room will be Will's room, and we'll have a second child. What am I going to do then?? Augh!