Granny came to visit this weekend.
And, as we ALL (right? right? please?) do when we have company, we clean up. We vacuum, we clean up toys, we wash all the dishes, we shovel out the minivan. Or at least take it to the industrial vacuums, but when we run out of quarters, we call it "good enough," or "my gosh, it's going to cost more to vacuum it than it's worth if I don't stop"
The children took great delight in letting their Granny know at every turn that they had been forced to clean before her visit, and Daddy had to take the minivan to a special place to vacuum it because our vacuum wasn't good enough for our van.
As much as I might like to pretend, after thirteen years, I think that Granny knows that we have to clean up before she gets here, even though when she gets here she's pretty sure that we live like pigs. Even though she'd never, ever say it.