#CompanyIsComing

AKA Weird Shit I Clean / Do to Get Ready When We're Going to Have House Guests*

Tis the season... for guests! Holiday travel means overpriced and overbooked hotels. Which also means holiday crashers.

Given my extreme extrovert tendencies, the more humans in my presence, the better. As an incognito 50s housewife, hosting is my bag. Tag on the fact that we have a second bed/bath in our apartment and live in a city with a viable airport and BOOM, we're a prime candidate for taking on company!

Since we're often a boardinghouse, I've refined my approach to prepping and have expanded my previous routine. I still firmly stand by my list of hostess essentials (snacks, drinks, sheets, towels and TP), but I've added a few other tricks up my sleeve. Sometimes I'll even just do basic tidying plus these, and nothing else - that's how stellar they are!

1. Greenery: Make sure it at least looks like you can keep something alive (gives visitors confidence that can keep them alive, too!). That means putting out flowers and/or making sure all potted plants are alive and watered. Or, sometimes, buying new potted plants that look more alive than the ones you've already let die. (Hide those.) 
2. Floorboards: Seriously. Clean them. You'd be amazed. Instant adulthood level cleanliness. Our little dustbuster hand vacuum with a bristle attachment, I just cruise around with that. If you don't have one, a swiffer works, too! Or, grab an old sock and put it on your hand and just run around - hell of a thigh workout since you're basically squat shuffling. (Vacuum after you do this, so you don't knock dust down onto a clean floor)
3. Focused Cleaning: Instead of losing your mind deep cleaning, think about the places your visitors will be the most. An overnighter: second bathroom, bedroom, living room. A party goer: any bathroom, living room, dining room. A dinner guest: any bathroom, dining room, kitchen. ETC. (Note the common rule: BATHROOM. Everyone will always go there at some point!) Anywhere that's not a main area, just tidy up, and don't freak out about. 
4. WiFi: Make sure you have WiFi deets written down somewhere so people don't have to ask. I cross-stitched ours and framed it in the second bedroom. 
5. Hot Stuff: In our apartment, we have blasting radiator heat that we can't control. Meaning it can be 10 degrees outside and a tropical heatwave inside. Warning guests in advance allows them to dress appropriately. Then they're more comfortable and you magically seem like a better host because they're happy. If you live in a cold, drafty space, either warn in advance, or have extra slippers and blankets at the ready.
6. Get Lit: Light up one candle per room, a half hour before arrival. Keep the scents generic, like good old "fresh linen" (some folks hate candles that smell like food, like my beau, so you don't want to put anyone off - though in the kitchen that works). Blow them out before you go lead the welcoming committee - that way, when they enter they don't see 800 candles lit and think you were desperate to cover up something nasty. I usually leave the living room candle still burning, just in case they call me out on the candle smell.
7. Stock Up: Yes, "drinks" was always on my list, but now we have both a bar cart and a beer fridge that need stocking. If the cart / fridge are stocked, no one feels like they're imposing / being that asshole who's taking your last beer. A pile of snacks is always a win as well.



The twist is: vodka!

8. Spare key: If you can provide one, do. Especially if they're staying for more than a night. Because we've all been that person who forgot something in the car and has to awkwardly ask how to get back in the building (#apartmentliving).
9. Spot Check: Magic Eraser sponges, the white ones that wear away as you use them, are actual magic. After I hit both toilets with bowl cleaner, I spend the 15 minute "wait time" running around spot checking with that soapy magic sponge in one hand and a dry rag in the other. I systematically stalk** my way around the walls of the apartment, stopping at every light switch, door and corner. It takes only 15 minutes to do this rapid spot check. A swipe with the sponge, dry towel it off, move along.
   At lights: wipe the switch, plate, and any smudges around the plate - also make sure switches and bulbs work fine. At doors, on both sides: wipe down the knob, any hand smudges above or below the knob (you know, where you put your hand to push/pull a door instead of using the knob), and also any "kick board" smudges (aka the bottom of the door where your foot might hit it). At corners: jutting corner walls are surprisingly easy to smudge and nick up, so wipe that shit down!
10. Expiration: Clean out anything in your fridge that's overdue for tossing, so someone doesn't accidentally find themself drinking chunky milk. 
11. Big Fan: If you have any fans, dust the damn blades. Else, any cleaning you did is automatically null and void as someone flips that fan on and it starts shooting dust around. As someone with allergies, if I see gross looking fan blades, I'd rather sweat to death than turn it on.
    For ceiling fans: take an old pillow case, put it around the blade and pull the dust off - it'll fall in the pillow case instead of all over your stuff then! Other fans: unscrew the blade and take it with you the next time you shower (aka detach and hose down). 
12. First impression: Make sure whatever your entryway is, it's clean. And guests know just where to put shoes/hang coats, so it doesn't become a cluttered tripping nightmare. 
13. Dishware: Leave some out or make it obvious where dishes are. I added a mug rack to our counter by our coffee maker. So, at the very least, people know just where to get a cup for their morning brew / water in the night. 
14. Spruce: Fluff up at least one element in each room to make it looks like your space is slightly more badass than it is normally. Bathroom: new funky shower curtain. Bedroom: more pillows and throw blankets. Living room: put out a good coffee table book. Kitchen: squirrel away anything cluttering counters. 
15. Outlet: Have extension cords handy / outlets exposed - someone will always need to charge something!

An equally important outlet... is one for you as a host. Even with visitors, you need a place / time to get away. Whenever we lodge out-of-towners, I keep our bedroom door shut (normally it's open - except when sleeping #becauseserialkillers). This also shuts off our bathroom, making it clear that guests have their sleeping space and their bathroom, and we have ours. If I need to go hide for a minute, there's a closed door to go throw myself behind.

Having guests is supposed to be fun: there's no point in driving yourself crazy. Sometimes (even if you're a hostess with the mostest), you still need just a minute between crazy ramp-up cleaning mode, being chairman of the welcoming committee, playing chauffeur, being tour-guide extraordinaire, and running a bed & breakfast for family and friends out of your apartment. So hang in their, friends, and get that Treat Yo'Self spa day in now, because company is coming!

Just for good measure, I also usually spray paint
something gold. Totes profesh decorator, right here.

* The internet has mixed feelings about spelling it as "houseguests" vs "house guests." To me, no space looks correct, and the word "guests" along looks completely insane the more times I stare at that string of letters. Literally, it's a freak word with too many vowels and S's. </rant>
** Instead of the classic fave "the floor is made of lava," it's the new age fave "I'm stuck to the walls" - sure to be a big hit with the youths!

Binge Hip

There's a certain phenomenon that's been spreading like a plague the past decade. It's an issue that has increased exponentially as the years have gone on. A phenomenon I fondly refer to as "binge hip."

You know how it is. You've had a long week at work. Hell, you've had a long frickin' month. The summer has been busy, you've barely had any time to yourself, and then this workweek decided just to give you the dagger.

Getting home, you wish to slip into some sweet abyss. You click on the TV. And there it is, an escapist fantasy tailor-made for you (and your demographic), blinking in a spotlight feature on your fave steaming platform.

Some new season has just dropped. It dropped harder than you dropped your weekend plans. A half-hearted "Not feeling well. Raincheck?" text, followed by your prompt phone call to the local delivery joint. All the food. You tell them to bring all the food. These provisions will need to last you for at least the next 8.5 hours. A mug of cocoa. A heap of blankets. You kill the overhead lights and plug in that random strand of holiday bulbs that you've somehow never taken down* and you settle the fuck in.

This is for the long haul. You've earned it. You deserve to just turn on, tune in, and drop out... but without psychedelics, and instead with a solid binge-watch. This is your means of escape. This is your time.

The doorbell buzzer goes off. Only an hour has passed, you've barely gotten into the second episode, and your food has arrived. A brief hiatus to tip the delivery guy and grab a fork from the kitchen (since of course there wasn't one in the bag - #TipRegret). A timely switch from cocoa to wine. The briefest of bathroom breaks. And you are BACK in it.

That'll do. Just enough to get through the
emotional roller coaster of the last seven episodes.

Before you know it, day has become night. Night has high-five the witching hour as it drove past it, on its way into what one might call the "wee hours." You've already had a judgmental automated prompter ask you not once, but twice, whether or not you're still watching. (The answer is, yes, I am. Save your criticism for my "to watch" list, bitch.) And then there it is, the black screen. Actual final credits rolling, instead of the usual spillover into the next episode. At least a minute before it'll serve you up the trailer of some similar black hole for you to crawl into as it sucks away your time. You stare into the blackness, back at your own haggard reflection, and click back to the main menu.

It's over. Accomplishment unlocked. You've concurred another wave of content. The water-cooler talk on Monday will be filled with your epic tales of this adventure you've had. You are a g'damn champion.

Blinking, the moisture slowly returns to your eyes. You look about and debate whether a move to the bed is actually worth it, or if you should just remain in your nest, surrounded by empty food and drink containers. It's so late, it doesn't seem worth it. After all, you've got a lovely imprint on the couch that is swaddling you just fine. But then that twinge of guilt hits, over what you've just "accomplished," and you decide that moving to the bedroom would be the "adult" thing to do.

You go to stand up, and a loud creak emits from your hip. Despite your best effort to rotate couch positions, you had continually settled back into that one spot. Nestled firmly into your blanket mound, with one hip holding you slightly aloft so you could snack. And that hip is not happy to have beared the burden of your binge.

To the bed you go, limping like someone sixty years your senior. You collapse into a deep sleep, your eyes embracing the darkness and lack of television glow... Nearly half a Saturday is gone before you finally glimpse the world again. You roll over and out from under the sheets to take a step towards the shower. A creak, a crack, and a pop later, and your hip has proclaimed its continued state of rage. Its warning you. Don't do this again. Go out into the world, walk about, exercise, move, or otherwise give it some room to shake its thing. That hip wants to be free.

You shuffle your way through a shower, your foot barely clearing the edge of the tub as you lift your lifeless leg up and over. A sleepy towel dry, and you promptly return to your pajamas. Grabbing a half-frosted pint of ice cream out of the freezer, you make your way back to the couch. The binge hip lets out a loud protest as you return under the covers and queue up yet another show. Real life, responsibilities, and binge hip be damned -  willpower was never one of your strong points.

If it's not on social media,
did it really happen?

* Hey, it worked in college, right? Strands of cheap lights can set the mood and are arguably less harsh than regular lighting. Let's not shame that shit. It's twinkly bulb magic and should not be typecast as only being able to supply a dull holiday glow. Also. I definitely typed "bulbs that you somehow've never taken down" and then stared, wondering why "somehow've" wasn't recognized as a word. You don't know me, spell check!