Ignorance is Bliss...or Maybe It's a Pigsty

So, uh, our apartment is a bit of mess.
Actually..."bit of a mess" might be a "bit" of an understatement.
Essentially we are living in a mess of epic proportions. A mess that would make my mother cringe, my dad tear up, and my mother-in-law switch into full on "operation let me do it because my daughter-in-law is obviously incapable of keeping a clean house".
I should be in panic mode since I am leaving tomorrow afternoon to spend the next 4 days in "Wedding-ville" and this apartment will be hosting three sets of company over the next 6 days. Surprisingly I am calm. For now. Maybe a little too calm. I would bet money that at 10 o'clock tonight I will snap and realize just how messy it is in here - my husband may want a divorce by daybreak.

Disaster Area #1 - the spare bedroom. Our guests won't want to actually sleep in the bed...will they?

Disaster Area #2 - our bedroom. No one else should be sleeping in here - but you never know who may show up and need a place to crash while we're another town away.

Disaster Area #3 - the living room. This may not look so bad...too bad you can't see to the right of the camera.

Disaster Area #4 - my nemesis - the dining room table. I can deal with cleaning everything else, but this...this monstrosity almost keeps me awake at night. It always looks like this. Do you think anyone would notice if I just threw a sheet over the whole thing?


Forget this nonsense - I've decided to do what any self-respecting, tired, hungry, lazy, bored, procrastinating girl would do...

...take a nap.