They're coming. Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water....
My mom and my step-father are coming to visit. For a week. In two weeks.
This would be a CODE ONE housekeeping situation, I've been mapping out attack areas for the next week or so, and the kids have been warned that messes are strictly verboten and make the baby Jesus cry.
We have cats and a mongrel and stairs (all things Mamasan doesn't do well) so I've been trying to find a decently-priced bed and breakfast within twenty or so minutes of me - and what does it say to the big hotel chains that I can rent the first floor of a Georgian home built in 1833 (full kitchen, sitting room, bistro nook for eating, full big bathroom, queen-size bed with antiques scattered about) for about a hundred dollars less than the Days Inn or the Comfort Inn?
In the meantime, I have to find the mop. Has anyone seen the mop??
13 comments:
Uh oh.
At least they aren't staying in your house.
B&B's rock! And? It makes for the most relaxing of visits.
What's a mop?
We certainly wouldn't want to make the Baby Jesus cry! Nothing puts me into a housecleaning tizzy faster than the threat of guests! Good luck little Hausfrau!
Mm, we have Cherub's approaching birthday party acting as a similar spur round here.
You sound like me, I work better with a deadline.
Ah, B&Bs - preaching to the converted here!
Good luck.
I hate to see baby Jesus cry. Get busy kids. Clean up the mess, dudes!
Company would totally exhaust me. So glad I'll be the company in a month.
If it wasn't for occasional houseguests, my place would never get the deep cleaning. The B&B sounds lovely.
I think you need to rent me. I am the domestic god in my home. If it wasn't for my cleaning our home would have been condemned years ago...
Hee.
Clean safely! :)
And I'm with Molly, my house is never cleaner than when someone is coming to stay with us. I get all nervous that they are going to judge me on the state of my bookshelves, or something.
I love B&Bs.
The mop was probably chased out of the house by the "Swiffer," and is hiding in the bushes, like in the commercial. Or, maybe not...
I don't have to worry about that stuff because nobody ever comes to visit me in my trailer.
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