We're having a friend of mine from law school and her fiance over for dinner tonight, and amazingly, I do not feel freaked out/crazed/insane yet.
In part, we had to clear up the apartment somewhat Thursday night, so someone could tour it Friday (our apartment management company is trying to sell the units as condos, someone wanted to see our floor plan - which, admittedly, is great - and no one else with our floor plan could let them in for various reasons. Please, please, PLEASE send good thoughts out to the universe that our particular unit doesn't sell before we have to move in August!!).
So I have not spent the ENTIRE day cleaning frantically, which is my usual m.o. for hostessing - just PART of the day.
But now the floor is clean (or pretty close; it's cherry wood, and cherry wood + cat hair + cat litter dust + regular dust is a nightmare. Note to self: we will NEVER have cherry wood floors!), and the apartment smells nicely of the almond floor cleaner I use; there's a lasagna sitting in the fridge waiting to go into the oven in about half an hour; I've made the salad dressing and roasted the nuts that go on top. The bed linens are clean and the bed is made, the bathroom floor is mopped, the carpet is vacuumed, and the kitchen counters and cooktop are clean. I need to slice apples for the salad, make garlic bread, and cook/assemble stuff - oh, and shower - but for once, I feel kind of top of it all.
Okay, it's not perfect - I'm not Martha Stewart - but it should suffice.
Whenever we get the apartment all nice and fresh and clean like this, I think, "Why don't we just KEEP it this way?" I know by now we probably won't. (NLLDH and I have semi-incompatible approaches to home organization and cleaning, and even though I think I'm right, he would beg to differ, so that's all I'll say about it.) I suppose this just means we need to have people over more often.
(Apart from the fact that socially, we really really should have people over more often.)