My parents are visiting me tomorrow. Staying at my house. Staying at MY HOUSE, just like I'm a grownup or something! It's really kind of freaky. I've had friends stay over, and even my sister, and even my mom visited once -- but never both of my parents at once. Prior to two years ago, there was never a need, because they lived nearby. Since then I've visited them, but not the other way around.
I own a house, and it's a nice one... but I guess I feel still more like a bachelor or a student, than a gracious hostess. I'm totally worried that my home won't meet with their approval, that it will be too cat-infested, untidy, ill-cared-for. What if I don't have something they need? What if the cats get stinky? What if I let them down?
I guess at heart I'm still a kid trying to win their approval, fumbling to try to impress them. Trying to make them think I'm doing good.
I futzed around this evening, picking things up, decluttering, tidying. I didn't do a great job. the clutter has been moved to less visible areas, but there is still a lot of clutter to deal with more thoroughly someday soon.
I'm looking forward to showing off my renovations to them. I hope I can keep them occupied. What do I DO with them? I wonder if there are any parent-friendly exhibits at the DIA. They say they've seen the dead bodies one already. Perhaps we'll all go apple-picking. That's fun, right? Parents like apple-picking?
For the morning, I bought cereal and milk and juice, and I'm pretty sure I have enough coffee.
It turns out they're coming friday after work, which is earlier than I'd expected. They want to take me out to dinner, which is good, because my cooking for them would be a mistake. I just realized I don't know how long they're staying. I'll have to take a look at the sizes of their bags. They're welcome through monday, but any later and I'll have to start opening the door and helping them pack......