|This is the least of my worries.|
Nothing is ready, or at least that's how it feels. The floors are disgusting (Kane sheds and drools). You can write your name in the dust on my end tables. There are about 15 pairs of shoes in the front hall. The patio around the pool has yet to be swept this spring.
The guestroom linens have yet to be washed. The bathrooms are shameful. There are pictures waiting to be hung. The dog's crate in the dining room is a DISASTER. (I think it needs to be taken outdoors and hosed down.)
My mind is spinning with all the things to be done. I ran around this afternoon doing shopping, baking a welcome cake, and tidying.
|Queen Elizabeth cake, to welcome them. I've posted the recipe here.|
Emily came home from school, sensed my anxiety, and suggested I make a list and assign tasks to family members.
So I did that. And then I decided to write this post because I find that writing helps me calm the turmoil in my mind. This blog has become such a part of my retirement lifestyle that I actually find I miss it if I don't write a post.
And, as I'm sitting here, calming down, it occurred to me that, my in-laws love me. Yes, they appreciate a clean home and good hospitality, just like anyone, but if that sparkling hospitality comes glazed in resentment or irritability -- it will leave them with a bitter taste.
That restores my perspective -- and my objective. I want them to feel welcome and loved. They ARE welcome and loved, so my objective is simply to convey that.
That's a lot less work than I thought. I can do that.