Manic Mania
So, my parents are coming to visit.
A week from this coming Sunday.
And, y'all, I am completely deranged.
No, seriously, I don't know what is wrong with me. I feel this need to have everything in the house ready for their arrival RIGHT THIS MINUTE. I am racing around, moving furniture and cleaning under stuff and trying to finish my art projects--all at the same time. I just swept out the garage. It's crazy.
Even for ME, it's crazy.
I think I'm just so excited to see them. I miss having my mom close by, you know, for one thing. But also, there's so much to see and do up here in New York and I want them to feel comfortable so that they'll want to come BACK as soon as possible. My mom has had some health issues with her back and I'm trying to make sure she won't have to climb stairs while she's here... there's a lot to do.
And apparently, I plan to do it in the next hour.
Even though they won't get here until a week from Sunday.
Because I am crazy.
This is usually the point where my husband gently points out that it won't do anyone any good if I overdo it on my gimpy foot and end up not being able to walk while they are here. To which I normally make some sort of growling reference to the MAN ALWAYS TRYING TO KEEP ME DOWN which hurts my husband's feelings and boom, we're crabby with each other and oh, look, I just had a fight with my husband and he's not even here! I am seriously very efficient, no?
(Crazy on legs.)
The thing that's truly hilarious about all of this is that it's not like my parents are even coming to see ME. When I was talking to my mom yesterday, she said, "I can't tell you how much I am looking forward to hugging and holding those girls."
Pause.
"And...YOU, of course."
A week from this coming Sunday.
And, y'all, I am completely deranged.
No, seriously, I don't know what is wrong with me. I feel this need to have everything in the house ready for their arrival RIGHT THIS MINUTE. I am racing around, moving furniture and cleaning under stuff and trying to finish my art projects--all at the same time. I just swept out the garage. It's crazy.
Even for ME, it's crazy.
I think I'm just so excited to see them. I miss having my mom close by, you know, for one thing. But also, there's so much to see and do up here in New York and I want them to feel comfortable so that they'll want to come BACK as soon as possible. My mom has had some health issues with her back and I'm trying to make sure she won't have to climb stairs while she's here... there's a lot to do.
And apparently, I plan to do it in the next hour.
Even though they won't get here until a week from Sunday.
Because I am crazy.
This is usually the point where my husband gently points out that it won't do anyone any good if I overdo it on my gimpy foot and end up not being able to walk while they are here. To which I normally make some sort of growling reference to the MAN ALWAYS TRYING TO KEEP ME DOWN which hurts my husband's feelings and boom, we're crabby with each other and oh, look, I just had a fight with my husband and he's not even here! I am seriously very efficient, no?
(Crazy on legs.)
The thing that's truly hilarious about all of this is that it's not like my parents are even coming to see ME. When I was talking to my mom yesterday, she said, "I can't tell you how much I am looking forward to hugging and holding those girls."
Pause.
"And...YOU, of course."
Comments
Plus, she says the same thing as your mother, "I can't wait to see the kids . . . and you and B of course."
My parents are traveling to visit me next weekend and I have already started planning and cleaning too.