She has to WHAT?!

Ok, most of you have already figured out that, yes, I live with 5 boys! If you have even one boy, you can imagine what my house looks and smells like most of the time. It's not that I'm a sloppy person, it's just that there's only 1 of me and I am definitely fighting a losing battle if I want my house clean. I am pretty anal about it. Not in the sense that I'm fanatically cleaning all the time because, let's face it, there are MANY more exciting things to be doing with my day. It's more like, if my house isn't clean and I find out somebody is coming over, I freak out and run around screaming at people to put this and that away! A woman can only take so much "cave dwelling" before she decides enough is enough already! So, yesterday, I got this bug up my butt to start chipping away at the filth that's accumulated throughout my house. I have to say, I did make a pretty big dent in the upstairs. My kitchen actually sparkles right now....as much as it can anyhow. Ok, but getting to the point of my story....it's not just that I live in a barn (which I do, by the way!) So, my dad calls me this morning to tell me that I don't have to go to work. Ok, great! Then he tells me that he's going to be home this morning (we rent the barn from my parents. we all live on the same property....yes, happy, happy, joy, joy!) He tells me that he's got an appraiser coming to his place and she's going to need to see my place too. He knows damn well that my place is always a pig sty. He starts in with his little laugh so I now know that he's kidding and he's a sick, sick man! I even told him as much. He thinks he's so funny! Well, about an hour later, he calls to tell me that the appraiser is here and YES, she does need to see my place! This is just fricken great. So, I of course freak out! I am furiously cleaning my place like some sort of crazed woman. I did make some progress though. I was working on the house today anyhow, so I guess maybe it was a good thing after all?! I know I wouldn't have been cleaning at such a pace otherwise. Besides, the appraiser was sort of a frumpy woman wearing a fanny pack so that made me feel a bit better. She was actually very non judgemental. Yeah, and look at me....judging her for her fanny pack and stretch pants. I'm going straight to hell, aren't I?