My mother-in-law is on her way with a broom and an overnight bag. She is planning to stay and help me clean until Paul returns tomorrow night.
I really don’t know what to say. I’m not able to describe to you the force that is being unleashed in my home. Picture Atila the Hun.
Am I frightened?
Yes.
This is me girding up my loins.
I am going to go free base some Vitamin B.
The good news is that any of you will soon be able (and welcome!) to have surgery performed on any surface of my home.
This might be my last post.
Is there any good way to spell a giggling noise?
If so, please insert it here:
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Seriously, though, enjoy your time with her.
For me.
I totally am with you on this. I am finding myself in a strangly similar situation, my mother is just waiting for the GO signal from me, so that she can “fix” my clothes on the floor-dusty corners-dirty dishes situation, she thinks it is horrid that Poul Jens has to come home to this, after 9 weeks on the sea.
Oh I wish I was just as idealistic about cleaning and being tidy as my mother. BUT! What a wonderful joy that somebody else is willing to come and save us from all this.