Have you ever had someone ask if they can swing by your house for a visit? You say, "Sure! C'mon over!"
And then you look around and realize that your house is a pit and you have about twenty minutes to make it look good enough for company. So you run around like a mad woman in a frenzy hiding the mess as best you can so that your house looks presentable on the surface and hope that your friend doesn't decide to coax your kitten out from under the sofa where he's batting around dust bunnies and shredding your kid's books.
Well, have you ever planned to give your house a thorough cleaning so hubby can come home and say, "Wow! You've been busy!" (UGH...true though - just wanted to pat my own back) but you get caught up on your blog instead? So about half an hour before he is due home from work you give the house a quickie so it looks like you've been doing something besides blogging half the day away?
Well, the truth is that I've done both. I've fudged in my cleaning plenty of times. Made the surface look good all the while knowing that it's a mess in disguise and hoping I don't get "caught".
It's a pride thing.
You know...Mary the pharisee and all that.
I get caught sometimes though. The other day I walked in the door and my husband said, "Hon, you gotta see this." He then pulled out his phone and showed me a picture of our dog, Caesar, with a pair of underwear around his neck.
Of course...they were mine.
"Ooops! He must have gotten into the laundry basket."
"I think he found them under the bed, Hon. He was wrestling with something under there and then came downstairs like this."
My husband thought it was hilarious.
I just hope he didn't post it on Facebook.
Sometimes we can sneak things by SOME people but never past God. He has full knowledge of "hidden things". I cannot count the number of times during my bedtime prayers when I sheepishly say to God, "I did it again, Lord. Got caught up on the computer. Just call me Mary the Pharisee."
You can't sneak anything past Our Lady either. When she cleans your inner house she doesn't bypass the closets.
I often wonder how many skeletons tumbled out when she opened the doors.