Okay, it's panic time.
I'm sick. I've got cramps. And Mom shows up in..53 hours.
Sometimes I think God just likes to kick me when I'm down, watch me writhe and then sock it to me.
Our phone conversations over the past month (Mom's, not God's) have been filled with implicit expectations and cleaning hints.
"Yes, I vacuum all the lampshades."
"I take a wet cloth and do the knickknacks. You wouldn't believe all the stuff you get that way!"
You get the picture.
So I have now vacuumed the entire house, I think I have all (visible) cobwebs *inside* the house (the outdoor ones, left over from my Natural Halloween Decor, will remain at least until I feel better), but the lampshades and knick knacks...sorry, I'm just going to have to hope she doesn't bring a white glove. I'll do the bedroom tomorrow and Monday. I'll have to move a bunch of stuff out, since all my stuff is in her room.
I'm tired. I hate house cleaning. I hate cooking.
She, on the other hand, cleans and maintains a spotless house weekly. She always has. It is admirable, but it is not me. She makes out a shopping list and plans all her meals for a week and shops for them. I open the fridge and see what I can throw together into one of my magically delicious salads. And if I can't throw something frozen solid from the freezer into the crock-pot at 9 a.m. and have it melt-in-your-mouth cooked by 5:30 p.m., I just don't even try...except for some spaghetti sauce or the like once in a while.
Perhaps this is partially why we only see each other once a year.
At least I should be feeling better and NOT be PMS-ing while she is here. That already makes the visit much more tolerable!
Ahhhhh...time to split some chocolate with my baby boy. Too much hard word for the day!
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Oh my poor dear....I am so there with you. How well I understand for my mother was the same way. I, on the other hand, put housework very low on my list of priorities. They say that creative people are that way and I feel that I fall within that category. I can, however, COOK. I can make shoe leather taste great! If I can offer my assistance to you by way of any detailed instructions on cooking, PLEASE do not hestitate to let me know. As for dust? It can wait. (although not in the eyes of 'mother'). I have been known to "hide" boxes and boxes of "stuff" when my mom was coming to visit. LOL Bless her wonderful heart. Big hugs to you. (Really, I mean it...I will help if you ask)
ResponderEliminarIn the meantime, try and stay calm...this, too, shall pass. LOL
Poor you. That mother / daughter relationship can be such a fraught one. It's the expectations. I was advised by a friend re something similar - tho not my Mum - to, whenever I felt like I had to meet unacceptable expectations, keep saying, "That's her stuff, not mine." Or, "That's her problem, not mine." Hope that helps a little bit. Get well first tho!
ResponderEliminarClick your heels together and say, "The holidays only last a month and a half." Repeat 6 times over several glasses of wine. :)
ResponderEliminarI'm lucky, my mother doesn't like to clean either.