A friend came over the other day and while she was at my house, she used the bathroom. Later, I mentioned that a book I’m reading about cleaning and organizing was making me feel lousy about my own less-than-stellar housekeeping.
I was completely shocked when she replied, “Well, every time I come to your house, your bathroom is spotless. How about not cleaning it once in a while, so I don’t feel so bad about my house?”
What? That’s crazy. I awkwardly shrugged off the comment, admitting that I had cleaned a little bit earlier in the day, but it was no big deal.
Later that night I walked into the bathroom and I had to chuckle. When I looked into that tiny room, I saw cat hair on the baseboards, an empty toilet paper roll sitting on the counter, a stray ponytail holder sitting on the sink and more water spots and toothpaste splatters than I could count.
That’s when it hit me: We see what we want to see.