When I was little my grandparents traveled from Michigan out to Montana once a year in the summer or fall to visit us. While we were all excited to see them each year, we dreaded the frantic state that my mom would go into about a week before their arrival. Let me just say that my mom keeps a pretty clean house and always has. However, prior to my grandmother (her mother) coming to visit, she went into full-blown cleaning-Nazi mode, which wasn't pretty. I vowed that I would never do this. I lied.
My mother will be here tomorrow morning. I started my "To Do" list a week ago and have been slowly but surely checking things off, things like tidying up the garage. I know, just as my mother knew back then, that she isn't coming to conduct a white glove inspection. She's coming to spoil her grandchildren rotten. She's also coming to help me get my laundry caught up, keep the dishwasher loaded and get my kids squared away before school begins next week. But I'm on to her sneaky little scheme. I've been doing laundry faithfully every day this week. My counters are immaculate. And all the school shopping is done!
Isn't it ironic? She knows I don't keep house like that all year, just as her mother knew, but we can't stop ourselves from doing it? My friend Cassie says that a messy house means a happy family - we are an ecstatic family - but for one week twice a year, we will be a little less happy and a lot more tidy!
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