Both girls are resting. The in-laws will be here by this time tomorrow. My house looks like we got robbed. Not in the sense that anything is gone (that would actually be a relief at this point) but it looks like someone came in and tossed the place, looking for cookies. They would not have found any. I know because I just looked. I believe my exact words were “Are. You. Kidding. Me?”
So I should be all kinds of motivated to clean. Whip this place into shape. Wipe, organize, sanitize. But really, what’s the point? The kids won’t notice. Step-MIL will only notice what *didn’t* get done and FIL will want to know where I keep the booze (for when he arrives) and the coffee (for morning). I feel like I should tidy and polish a little bit. They haven’t been here yet. I don’t want them to think that it was a mistake to move. But what’s the point?
Because life is simple when everything has a place and is in it. It’s easy to keep something clean once it’s clean. Because I don’t want them to think they are here to work. Because I have no motivation to cook due to the condition of my counters and because my kids are tripping over their own junk all over the place.
And here I sit. I could use a fairy right about now.