The In-Laws Are Coming

Yes…it’s T minus not-enough-days.  My in-laws will be arriving for a two week visit next Tuesday and I’ve been in panic mode for some time now.  The panic has nothing to do with them, personality-wise (they’re wonderful and we get along really well); it’s really more me.  My house is beyond a disaster….and my mother-in-law would be able to find dirt in Martha Stewart’s house.  Yes, really.  She’s not mean about it, mind you.  She just quietly grabs a rag and starts scrubbing everything around her when she’s here.  And that’s sad, really, because I usually spend weeks doing the exact same thing before they arrive….sigh.

Things are at a bit of a different level this time, though.  We’re nearing the end of summer vacation and I’ve had all three of my unbelievably demanding wonderful children circling at my feet for endless weeks now.  When they’re not circling and barking food orders, they are littering toys/plates/wrappers/swim goggles/food/miscellaneous seasonal clothing items everywhere.  Like, EVERYWHERE. 

Just a fraction of the carnage....

It boggles my mind how my house can go from “company ready” to “condemned” status within about 10 minutes of the day starting in our house.  If I could only bottle that energy…..sigh!!  So, cleaning?  Pfft, at this point it would be a health hazard just to attempt to get to the cleaning supplies, what with navigating over Thomas trains, stubbing toes on princess castles, and digging Pokemon cards out of my slippers.  Now add in the fact that my hubby Shmenkman has been working like a dog on the basement to get it finished for their arrival…..and you’ll feel the real depth of my pain.  Anyone who has done any home renovation work knows the agony that ensues when you undertake a task of this magnitude.  Not just the agony….the MESS.  Noting a theme here?  Now the junk that normally gets hidden in the basement is mingling with the masses all over the house and making me more and more mental with each passing moment.  And the dust….oh the dust.  Plaster dust, you are pure evil.

So, if you have an hour (or twelve) to spare, please pop on over and help me clean my house.  Well, either that or I could just pour us some wine and we could lick the kitchen floor and build our immunity together….  Yeah, that sounds more like it

ShaMoo