For the past two nights, my house has been completely bombarded by teenagers. They are part of a charity organization touring the state and raising money for the Teddy Bear Cancer Foundation. As a former member of the organization, and with my sister-in-law currently involved in the organization, I invited the girls to stay here for a couple of nights as they travel throughout the state.
Having ten teenagers here means: soda spilled on the carpet, many empty pizza boxes, clothes covering every possible surface, potato chips crunched into the carpet, fast food bags on the coffee table, wet bathing suits in the shower, and the rearrangement of furniture to make room for sleeping bags, pillows, suitcases, dress bags, and many pairs of shoes.
The thing is this: before they arrived, I spent several hours cleaning, making every surface sparkle and shine and vacuuming every inch of floor space. I have no idea why I did this. Teenagers do not care about how tidy the fridge is, so long as there is some Dr. Pepper in there.