Monday, October 24, 2005

Boys are not guests

College boys should never be treated as actual guests.

Alan's brother brought two friends and his dog, Daisy, for a visit this weekend. I was all excited to have guests.

I cleaned the house top to bottom, weeded the yard, had all the dishes washed and sparkling, baked my bro-in-law's favorite cookies, hung matching bath towels and wash cloths on pegs on the door, put a new air freshener in the bathroom, made the futon and two blow-up beds in the guest room with matching sheets (I went through a cow print stage) and made sure to arrange the beds so that their heads would be close so they could talk before they went to sleep (slumber party memories!)

Yes, I got carried away.

During the course of the weekend, four boys and three dogs dirtied every plate, bowl, cup and utensil in the kitchen TWICE; I was dumb and washed everything after the first day. They completely overwhelmed my baking cookies-scented candle. They filled my fridge with obscure beers. They made the shower smell like a locker room. They didn't even mentioned the matching sheets or the thoughtful bed arrangement.

Why would they - these are college boys! I'd faint if they had noticed. Next time, I'm buying paper plates and cups and suggesting they camp out in the back yard.

2 comments:

LoriLoo310 said...

I also learned that the hard way. Never clean your house before a party unless you're hosting a ladies only brunch. It's totally pointless to clean, because nobody notices anyway, and then they just trash your place. I also have a super cute guest bedroom. This will be reserved for couples and girl guests. All boy guests will be sent down to the basement where Brandon has full control. Sorry dear, I would have appreciated your cute touches!

Anonymous said...

well, your statement that you did all that jazz and it went unappreciated is not totally true. the cookies you made were greatly appreciated and the guys loved them. as far as doing things that are to be appreciated by guys, cleanliness is not one of them. the way to a man's heart is through his stomach or pudendal nerve. you did a great job on the first part of that equation, which is all you can do.