Really big kids playing house

My mom and pop are coming in town this weekend. Amy and I are trying to wrangle our laundry issues into submission. Not to mention all of the vacuuming and toilet scrubbing necessary when you have guests.

As a kid, I never understood why we had to clean our already decent-looking house when company was coming over.

Now, I have the panic under my ribs. Suddenly, the apartment has never seemed so dirty. I fear for the person who accidentally wanders into the closet that the pants have conquered.

We have just had an unusually busy week. It's not usually this bad, or did it take company for me to see it?