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Post by DJ on Jun 3, 2008 21:57:30 GMT -5
i am usually fearless about squalor and clutter as far as what other people think as long as it doesn't interfere with their health or safety they can bite me...
the exception would be my grandmother. she is a tiny, fierce, wonderful, loving women. did i mention fierce? she just called and said she's stopping by tomorrow.
so. panic mode-
things to clean-
Kitchendishes done, counters wiped down, appliances wiped down, fridge cleaned out- still packed but clean, cabinet doors wiped down, microwave wiped down, stove top clean, floor swept and mopped, cleaned up after dinner
diningroomfan dusted
livingroom
hallway
guestbathroom
playroom
bedroomlaundry folded and put away, nightstands cleared off, dvds put away, books shelved and faced, bed cleared off and made, aquarium gear put away
masterbathroom
frontporch
balcony
clean ferret cage
clean ferrets
groom cats- yes, she'll look at them
ffinish moving reef tanks because the 30 gallon in the livingroom looks scuzzy, so finish emptying, and clean it out.
water change on goldfish tank
i have the door taped off for painting but it's not sanded or painted so.. finish thatsanded and first coat of paint on, second coat of paint, and now cleanup remains
run off copy of police report because she's going to garrot me if she doesn't get it.
somewhere in my incredible insanity while on the phone with her i offered to make cookies for her and some to take back to grandpa. what WAS I thinking?
get vacuum from storage locker that i told her i was going to give her and clean it up
ok that's it. just totally clean up the place in the next 12 hours and fit in some sleep too....
boyfriend left at 2am. and won't get home til ~9:30pm.. freezer cooking goes to the wayside. making a light soup for dinner. prepped. going to at least get chicken ready for dinner tomorrow too
the thing is. my grandma is going to love me no matter what. but good god almighty i can't take her harping on me about everything, and i want all this stuff done anyway so i might as well get it done :/
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Post by bluefrog on Jun 4, 2008 6:03:10 GMT -5
Hoo. Yeah. My mother was like that: neat as a pin, disciplined as h*ll, and . . .disappointed. . .regretful. . .and vocal but indirect (she was an old-school Southener, after all, and REALLY good at polite condemnation) about evidence that I wasn't just like her. There was never any doubt that she loved me anyway, but her visits sent me into exactly the same panic mode. You have my sympathies.
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Post by DJ on Jun 4, 2008 16:51:31 GMT -5
i got alot more than what i listed. there was alot i didn't get done. i ended up falling back asleep. sleep that i desperately needed. grandma came while i was still asleep. i opened the door at 11am. in pjs. looking like i'd been through a wind tunnel. to a mess of an apartment. grandma started in immediately. i said maybe she should sit down while i started the coffee and got dressed. offered her fruit. got dressed. did my makeup. she had rallied to full battle cry by the time i came back out. poured coffee. offered baked goods explained my priorities in life explained if she wanted other things done in my life maybe she could help. she said sounded good. i had to get paperwork for her and she swooned for my filing system so i might end up filing paperwork for her while she takes care of some emotionally difficult things for me. we all survived. btw. my priorities are taking care of myself, spending time with my boyfriend who has an emotionally rough stretch of life right now, taking care of the pets, and getting larger projects done. bluefrog- sounds like my mom and your grandma could get along very well  i do love her dearly and the thing is i DO love seeing her. just right now i am floundering with life and can't meet her expectations. heck, it'd be nice to. it'd be nice if everything in life was taken care of. but it just isn't. there is nothing like being in your jammies though while the family matriarch smiles and reprimands you. i felt about 7. oh well, i'm a grown woman, i'll deal with it. but the horror i felt when i heard the door knock and shot up out of bed and looked around. oh dear. |
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Post by heylady1 on Jun 4, 2008 22:47:21 GMT -5
Well at least you made it through it! And it sounds to me like you got a ton of stuff done before she arrived so that was good! Sorry that you had a rough time but at least you stood up for yourself and maybe she can understand you better now too.  |
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