Maniac with a Mop

Every Monday evening, my wife has a group of women that come over to our house to break bread and have a Bible study.  When we first started hosting, we would meticulously clean every inch of our house every Sunday.  And I mean clean…dusting, vacuuming, mopping, scrubbing the bathrooms, doing the dishes, taking out the trash and recycling, cleaning every surface of the kitchen, making the beds with the fancy comforters, and straightening up the couches and cushions in the den.  This is not to say that we are normally dirty people.  On the contrary, we keep our house tidy as a general rule.  But something manic would come over my wife, and she would insist that everything needed to be deep cleaned.

We have been hosting for several months now, and I realized this week that we barely did anything to prepare.  We went from manic, deep clean to “eh” we might get around to it.  Honestly, I don’t think the women notice the difference.  I don’t think they ever realized how much work we were putting into it, nor do I think they required or cared for that level of “clean.”  We were only doing it to ourselves.