Who is the Better Host?

Recently, we got the invites from two of my husband's closest friends "Mr. A" and "Mr. B" on one of the long weekends. It was going to be the dinner party at Mr. A's place and the tea party at Mr. B's place. Both the families were new to me and I was eagerly looking forward to visiting them.

First we went to Mr. A's house for dinner. We were witness to a sparkling clean house. I was secretly admiring Mr. A's wife for keeping the house so span and spike. What struck me the very next moment that my two little wonders (son of age 5 and daughter of age 15 month) were good in making mess out of just any place in a very short span of time. Though they also had two children of the same age, I was still a little worried. They hosted us very nicely. The dinner was well laid and while we stated to eat, my daughter started running with her salad bowl. And yes, within a few seconds the floor was all dashed with the salad. Even when no one was watching her she spilled water from a jug all over. But they did not feel bad and quickly cleaned the place. My children kept making mess with toys and food all over the place. Mr. A and his wife were so nice, they keep cleaning and we joined them to help cleaning. It kept happening until we left. We hardly had any time for the causal talks to each other or play any games or anything interesting together. It was going to be bedtime now ....so we left for our heavenly aboard.

As soon as we reached home I was witness to the unkempt house of mine, which made me feel depressed. The uncanny comparison struck me hard. Since it was already late, I put my children to bed and reached out for the TV remote as there was no sleep for me till then. No sooner did I pick up the remote; I realized it was not as shiny as Mrs A's remote. I immediately took the wet napkins from my daughter's diaper bag and cleaned it. Even while retiring to bed, my mind was occupied with the plans of making my house look good and neat. On breakfast table, I and my husband were full of praise for Mr. A's wife.

Next day, I kept on cleaning the entire house till the evening and then we went to the Mr B's house for the tea. As soon we entered their house I could see that it was just the opposite of Mr. A's house. The dining table was full mess with so many snacks items. My daughter was delighted to see such a house; probably it made her feel at home. There were no worries for me too regarding the damage my kids could do to their normally kept home. My daughter started throwing the things as usual but Mr. B and his wife assured us not to worry. They said that they were comfortable with cleaning it once the party was over. We had plenty of time as we were not behind the kids. Kids were playing and we were talking with least intervention of the kids. I was amazed to see that how relaxed I was at somebody else's place with my two children. We went just for an hour but were there for good three hours as we were enjoying talking without worrying about the kids. When I reached home, I felt my house was very neat and clean as compared the Mr B's house.

Since both the meetings happened closely, I kept on thinking who was a better host Mr. and Mrs "A" or Mr. and Mrs "B" ? CONFUSED!!!!!! Me too.....