I don't know about you but when my parents come into town and they intend to stay with us, my heart starts to race.
My folks live in Dallas and are excited to come see us all over the Easter break.
Seems easy right? Have a little brunch, do a little egg hunt, kick back, hang out at the park, enjoy each other's company and call it a good visit.
Nope, my younger brother and I always go into panic mode. Why? We begin to diagnose every nook and cranny in our home that needs tender loving care and try to determine how we can physically and financially make the biggest dent in 16 days. It's pathetic, I know...but it's always the nature of how it goes down.
My dad is awesome. He's a handy man by nature and can fix just about anything, build you a garden in the back yard, grill up a steak and call it good. He's not pretentious and really doesn't give a shit if my retaining wall is well, not really retaining much anymore. So, it's definitely a point of pride and ego when I say, "FUCK! I've got some work to do."
The day lillies need to be pulled from the back yard, the garden beds need to be dug, the front porch needs to be painted, the bathroom caulked, the office imploded, the babies room should be organized, and something is funky with the dryer. Ay yay yay....mama mia!
But for today, the sun is shining, the birds are chirping, the coffee is brewing. Life is good. Let's put it off until tomorrow...=)