I should be cleaning. I should be scrubbing and organizing and washing. I should be cleaning poop from my massive dog from the back yard. I should be because my in-laws are coming over tomorrow. My FIL is terrific. He's like my husband. My MIL... She thinks I'm a terrible mom. And that I ruin everything. (She said so - to my face.) She has OCD and is obsessive about clean. Scrubs her hands raw on a daily basis. So here's Stoney with her three rambunctuous and young kids wrecking the house on a daily basis. Do I waste my time following behind them all day? Nope. I clean at night when the hooligans, er, my lovlies are sleeping. I may not vacuum every day.
Horrors! I may not scrub out the tub everyday. No! Yep. So I get this pannicky tightness in my chest right before they get here, then I see her red hands and mentally tell her to fuck off. 'Cause I'm so nice. My youngest's b-day is tomorrow, and a year ago was when she told me that I ruin everything.
Frankly, her opinion doesn't mean much, so I'm not looking for sympathy or anything. I find her bird-like flitting back and forth examing things, her muttering under her breath, "oh, this is how she sets the table. I see." Her asking if she can sit down... Well, I find it entertaining. What a stressful life she leads. Not me! I've got better things to do than put vacuum tracks in the rug everyday. I've got PORN-og-graphy to read. Books to read. Games to play. And a whole lot of sitting and stuffing my face. I'll take that over scrubbing toilets anyday.
Seriously though, I should do something....
::re-reads chpt 14 of The Shy Librarian::
Really. I'll do something productive.
::checks out The Damned again:: (Thanks, kben )