Today, I realized that housekeeping is not my talent.
Yeah, I know that I should have realized this a while back, but I am a little slow these days.
As I was dusting furniture this morning, my oldest son walked in and asked, "Is someone coming over?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Because you are dusting. Like moving stuff around and dusting underneath, too." It didn't help that this was said with a bit of a wide-eyed surprised look, either.
To complete my humiliation, I finally admitted that, yes, someone was coming over and that is why I was dusting.
Another clue should have been our pre-dinner ritual. Someone (usually my hubby or my oldest son) would cover the smoke detector with a dish towel before I would start cooking. This ritual was suggested by my oldest son when the smoke detector would prompt "Dinner's ready!" being announced by the kids and bring kids running to the dinner table. (The kids were bewildered as to why this assumption would bother me.)
(There was another concern I had - what if the smoke alarm went off during the night?? The kids were so used to it that if it went off at 2 in the morning, they would just wonder why I was cooking at such an odd hour.)
Okay, back to my non-Suzy-Homemaker-ness.
My home, to put it nicely, has always looked "lived in." It is clean, but not looking like a model home. (Somehow having 4 kids does that. I dunno.)
Oh yeah. To complete my humiliation, when Hubby came home from work, he looked around (wide-eyed) and asked, "Is someone coming over?"