I cleaned like a maniac for our social worker's home visit. You could have eaten off our floor.
Fast forward to a few weeks later on a Saturday. We had some friends over until late the night before. I basically chucked the dishes in the sink. We got up early the next day to go to a neighborhood garage sale where I found a lot of baby stuff. When I got home I just kind of dumped the stuff on the counter, table, etc. My social worker unexpectedly stopped by that day to drop off some paperwork. I could have CLOBBERED my husband because her let her in the backdoor by the kitchen. There sat a sink full of dishes, baby clothes, etc. strewn all over the place. She must have thought she was in the wrong house because it sure looked different than before. YIKES!
My only consolation is that she had told us before she worries about people who are too orderly, because having a child might throw off their rigid lifestyle. I guess she didn't have to worry about us.
