
The other day Mike and I revived a chronic argument about how much housecleaning is required when we entertain. His point is that frequent, even spontaneous socializing is prevented by the excessive (he thinks) amount of work needed to make the house neat enough for company. "Why does everything have to be so clean?" he says. "Isn't it more important to be together than to be neat? Who are we trying to impress?"
My standard retort is that his "clean" and mine are different animals. What he considers excessive cleanliness is my idea of a lick and a promise. I also say that an invitation to our friends is like a gift, and the more trouble we take, the nicer the gift we are offering.
We have never resolved this little difference. He is always in favor of more company, and while I also love company, have never learned to be comfortable with entertaining in chaos. I do sympathize with his position though. It would be so much nicer to receive our friends without being self-conscious about appearances. It's not about "impressing" people....in fact I think that is a sure-fire way to lessen the fun of any occasion...but there is a level of order that I don't like to be seen to fall below. It does have to do with other people's perceptions and some of that, I'm sure, is the residue of "look at me, I'm a good girl" that I have tried so hard to shed over the course of my life. But beyond the trailing chains of shoulds and ought-tos, I crave the calmness of a clean, beautiful environment. At heart, it is the truest way to welcome my friends. Their experience of my house as a pleasant, inviting setting makes the interactions that take place there more satisfying to everyone, I think.....or maybe its only me.
The real issue is that we are both messy people (he's worse, but I'm bad) who don't maintain our house very well on a daily basis.It is always an uphill climb to get the house back to a guest-appropriate level of neatness, which is how I would like it to be all the time, but don't have the good habits or energy to keep that way.
So we go see-sawing back and forth between clean and messy - welcoming and embarrassed - with no finish in sight. I am always carrying my ideal home around in my heart. It looks very much like my actual home, but it's neat and serene, and my friends can come in any time. There are always tea and cookies....and sometimes margaritas.