What is it about our mothers coming to visit that turns us into compulsive house cleaners? Okay, so I’ll be the first to admit that the house needed a little cleaning. A lot of cleaning. But this is the sort that has me vacuuming the baseboards with the little wedge attachment. Windexing the windows on the china cabinet. Polishing the top of the toaster.

It’s a sickness! Someone save me!

So my parents are coming to town today. Now, I’m pretty sure they won’t be here at the house until tomorrow sometime, but who knows if I’m going to have to time to clean tonight what with H’s first t-ball game or tomorrow at all? So now it is.

I’m beat.

Regardless of my valient effort, I know my mother will find *something* that’s not quite clean enough or whatever and she will point it out. Or make her, “Now that you’re homeowners you have to take care of your house” speech again. :dry Be still my heart. I can barely wait.

I guess I’d better get back to it. The doorknobs need polishing.