Quick everyone, my mom is coming! Everyone, scrub something! If this house doesn’t smell like bleach when her plane lands tomorrow, someone isn’t getting dessert!
No, I’m totally kidding. Mostly.
My mom is arriving tomorrow, and my sister arrives on Saturday! I can’t wait to have all my favorite Chiquita Banana’s in one place at one time. There will be shopping and pizza eating and probably some cookie baking.
But first. The Cleaning.
Let me be fair, my mom has never once criticized my housekeeping skills, or made a negative comment about the state of my house. It’s me. I can’t help it. When I know she’s coming, I go into a frenzy. I suddenly notice the weird crud that’s built up below the fridge. I see the weird dustbunny in the bathroom. The cobweb by the fireplace.
AND, since I’m pregnant, I can’t use the real chemicals that I KNOW blow the crap out of every surface in my house. I have to have Aaron do it. Let him leak a few brain cells in the name of good housekeeping. He will, because he’s a good guy.
Also much laundry scrubbing will ensue. Much.
First, meetings. Then, cleaning, and tomorrow, FAMILY!