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Night hangs on the city like a blanket on a cage
I slept until 1 PM today and then spent most of the day thinking about / getting ready for my mother's visit here next weekend. Actually, it's my mother and her husband on Friday, and then on Sunday we get ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
heisenbug's father as well. I don't know what it is about mothers, but I'm currently rather worried that she'll get here and see how I live and suddenly think much worse of me. Which makes no sense, because I grew up in a household she was running that was way worse than this... but everyone has pet peeves, and who knows what little bit of motherly wisdom I've forgotten? Worse, what if it goes the other way and she finds our place intimidatingly nice? Grrrr, be quiet, brain.
With all these parental types descending, though, we've decided to hoppity-skip over a class boundary and have a cleaning woman in on Tuesday. Thus, I've tried to focus tonight on decluttering surfaces (yeah, that pile of papers on the couch) more than actually cleaning them. Last night we were at TBC's house for game night, and we got to watch him run his Scooba, and had an amusing debate over which is a lazier, more yuppified, plausibly embarrassing way of getting out of doing the mopping... hmm. Either way it's pretty clear that a career in software can get one out of mopping, if one is not a happy mopper. We're employing a local, independent person, so I'm pretty sure we're not being evil, just lazy.
heisenbug's father as well. I don't know what it is about mothers, but I'm currently rather worried that she'll get here and see how I live and suddenly think much worse of me. Which makes no sense, because I grew up in a household she was running that was way worse than this... but everyone has pet peeves, and who knows what little bit of motherly wisdom I've forgotten? Worse, what if it goes the other way and she finds our place intimidatingly nice? Grrrr, be quiet, brain.With all these parental types descending, though, we've decided to hoppity-skip over a class boundary and have a cleaning woman in on Tuesday. Thus, I've tried to focus tonight on decluttering surfaces (yeah, that pile of papers on the couch) more than actually cleaning them. Last night we were at TBC's house for game night, and we got to watch him run his Scooba, and had an amusing debate over which is a lazier, more yuppified, plausibly embarrassing way of getting out of doing the mopping... hmm. Either way it's pretty clear that a career in software can get one out of mopping, if one is not a happy mopper. We're employing a local, independent person, so I'm pretty sure we're not being evil, just lazy.
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the cleaner has come and gone. It's interesting - the big things like floor, carpet, couches and stovetop all look great. Of the little things, there are all these things she did that I wouldn't have thought of, but also small things she didn't do that I definitely would have, if I'd been doing a thorough cleaning myself. It's funny how everyone has their little things they notice. I don't mean this to sound like I'm faulting her at all... on the contrary. This is a big load off my mind considering all the parents visiting.
I've told the cats they must not shed between now and Friday!