In a perfect world where everything has a specific place, laundry folds itself (wouldn’t that be amazing), and dishes put themselves away, my house would be spotless all the time. Well, maybe not all the time. We still have to worry about the dog hair and beds being made (and a whole bunch of other things), but we would be a lot better off.
For as long as I can remember our mom always went into a panic before guests would come over. The house needed to be perfect. All five of us kids dreaded when someone would come by. I saw myself get like that a few times and decided (thankfully early on) that I was not going to be like that. Especially now in front of my own son.