This afternoon will find us wining and dining a six-year-old girl who has never been to our house before.
(To the mom of the six-year-old girl who has never been to our house before: I’m exaggerating on the wining part.)
We’ll be picking her up shortly and heading straight out to the root beer factory and then back to our house to play until 3:00.
To prepare for this event, I pulled out my Homekeeping Handbook. My kitchen and bathroom floors have now been mopped to Martha Stewart standards, including the wiping o’ the baseboards. All kitchen countertops are spotless. The family room is in need of a good floor suck, and then she’s passable.
All of this for a six year old girl who is not a member of royalty.
As I run around folding clothes and disinfecting sinks and tubs, this song keeps playing over and over in my head:
Also on my schedule for today: processing 28 freelance chapters (heh. whoops.), shooting and editing a short introduction video (I’ll talk about that more later), baking a pumpkin cake (in the shape of a pumpkin farm thing!), purchasing a birthday gift for Jeff’s mom, having Jeff’s mom over for dinner, and reading the final twenty pages of The Shack for tomorrow’s book club meeting.