Ever since we got back from our trip the house has been a pit.

Now we have someone coming over… who’s not seen the house yet (messy or not) and that only means one thing: cleaning binge.

Around four hours later En and I managed to get our little love nest back to a presentable state. It’s not perfect, but few houses are. But at least it’s not something that we have to be afraid of showing someone.

Because if you get to be known as the “guy with the messy house” you might not get visitors nearly as often.

And sometimes visitors can be quite fun.