One day when I was about 10 or 11, my Mum came home from the supermarket with, among other items, two big bottles of Schweppes Tonic Water. When I saw her putting them in a cupboard I said, “ooh, is Grandma coming?!”, and when she was able to breathe again after an extended laughing fit, my Mum confirmed that her own mother had indeed just decided to visit and would be arriving on Saturday. Twenty five years later, I have just stocked my own fridge with 12 cans of Schweppes Tonic Water and some limes* – because my parents arrive tomorrow! They’ll be around for six (yes, six. S-I-X) weeks, on and off – they have two or possibly three side-trips planned, as usual.
- Not bought yet: groceries (including very specific types of breakfast cereal, orange juice, and bread – I had my orders over Skype last week); beer for Dad; wall-mounted TP holder to replace the one that broke last year and we never got around to replacing; wine; shower curtain to replace the one that faded horribly when I washed it last week; more beer; mini garbage can for bathroom to replace the one that we unaccountably lost last month. WE CAN’T LET THEM SEE US LIVING LIKE THIS!!
- Not done yet: deep cleaning of the kitchen to (hopefully) parentally-approved standards; cleaning of all floors to a better than “oh, just run the Roomba and then Swiffer it” standard; attempting to teach cats better manners re: pawing at guests, repeatedly demanding snuggles from non-cat-lovers (i.e. Dad), following guests into the bathroom and staring at them while they use it, etc.
- What we’re doing tonight: my work leaving do
- Hours in which to accomplish all of the above tomorrow, assuming we get up at 7 am: 5
- How this happened: beats me
- Number of items on work “to-do before I leave” list at beginning of week: 33
- Number of items crossed off by end of week: 12
- Items added to list during week: 11
- Days left at work after today: 4
- Number of days off before starting new job: 0
- Work trips for new job I will be going on while my parents are still with us: 1
You might not be seeing much of me until mid July…
*I have gin already – duh. Gin and tonic is my “family drink”, inherited through the maternal line. We might not have a fancy name or pedigree, a family crest, or any lands or titles – but when we get together, the women in the family all follow this long-standing and proud tradition. When I am bereft of all female relatives, I usually just drink beer, although a G&T is hard to beat when sitting on a patio in the summer.