Typical.

Why do I always realize AFTER I invite a new friend in for coffee that my son has dismantled the shoe rack (thus dumping shoes and sand all over the entry way), spilt juice on the kitchen floor (making it sticky underfoot) and emptied all the couch cushions and toys into a pile in the middle of the living room floor? Oh, and my husband has left his motorcycle helmet, two types of cereal boxes, and a bowl on the kitchen table. And we have accumulated a stack of magazines and books on one end of the table. And I am out of dishwasher detergent (on the list of "things to do later today") so my sink has a stack of dirty dishes in it.