Why do we do
Oct. 8th, 2004 11:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jedishampooThe things we do...
My mom is coming for a visit tomorrow. One thing about living in Las Vegas is, you see your friends and family fairly often.
So I washed ALL the laundry, washed the shower curtains and bathmat, scrubbed the tub and bathroom sparkling clean, scrubbed the kitchen, scrubbed floorboards, scrubbed linoleum on my hands and knees (my wet Swiffers dried out, darnit), washed the patio furniture with soapy water, and PAID someone to come in and clean the carpets.
Was this because I don't want my mom to think I am a slob? The woman lived with me for 22 years... she KNOWS I'm a slob. And she's no housecleaner either.
Must be some kind of instinct to prove to your parents that you are a responsible person despite the fact that they know better. I do keep the dishes clean on a regular basis, isn't that enough?
But I am happy to see my Mommy. And not just because she will take me shopping and buy me things.
:)
My mom is coming for a visit tomorrow. One thing about living in Las Vegas is, you see your friends and family fairly often.
So I washed ALL the laundry, washed the shower curtains and bathmat, scrubbed the tub and bathroom sparkling clean, scrubbed the kitchen, scrubbed floorboards, scrubbed linoleum on my hands and knees (my wet Swiffers dried out, darnit), washed the patio furniture with soapy water, and PAID someone to come in and clean the carpets.
Was this because I don't want my mom to think I am a slob? The woman lived with me for 22 years... she KNOWS I'm a slob. And she's no housecleaner either.
Must be some kind of instinct to prove to your parents that you are a responsible person despite the fact that they know better. I do keep the dishes clean on a regular basis, isn't that enough?
But I am happy to see my Mommy. And not just because she will take me shopping and buy me things.
:)
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Date: 2004-10-08 05:36 am (UTC)This January/Feb, before surgery, I was working lots of overtime to get ahead of my workload. And I was spending the remaining weekend time organizing closets, taking the boyz to Tish's to hide, etc. The last weekend I scrubbed the floors (hands and knees indeedy) etc, etc.
After all, she wasn't just coming to stay, she was going to be alone in the place for days.
Mom arrived on Tuesday. Surgery was Thursday. Friday morning, when she arrives at the hospital, she says "I'm so proud! Your apartment is so organized, the closets and under the cabinets and all." And I think "Aha! You absolutely DID check out the whole place the first chance you got!"
LOL!
Date: 2004-10-08 03:23 pm (UTC)Poor thing! At least with my Mom, she's used to the Boyz. But she always says it takes her a day or two to get used to seeing the 6' cardboard BOW and the 6' cardboard YOW lurking in the dark when she gets up in the middle of the night...