I should be
cleaning something for my mother's impending visit, but I needed to take a break. I've been going practically nonstop since I got home from work this evening.

Is it normal for a 35 year old woman to be this paranoid about a visit from her mother? I didn't get this stressed when I had job interviews or got stopped for speeding.

Then again, I got the job and talked my way out of the ticket. The only reward I get for surviving MomVisit 2004 is the ability to scrape myself off the ceiling.

Hum..somehow, that last passage just didn't work for me. But I think you get my drift.

It has been said that the two most stressful things in life are being born and getting up in the morning. I would like to submit preparing for a visit from your mother as a third. Ironically though, your mother is directly involved in the other two events as well.

I love my mother. No, really, I do. We...how can I say this...

We really don't like each other all that much. I'm too independent and opinionated for her tastes, and she is just too...too...

Herself.

the other visitors won't be an problem. Dad will tinker under my car, tell me I need oil and grumble when I tell him I haven't located a reliable mechanic yet. My sister will sip dacquiri's on the patio and remind me how hot it is in Altanta. Taylor will play with the dog and hot me up for money. Lou will hide in the bedroom (he's not a visitor, but he will make himself scarce).

That just leaves mom. Good old Mom. Critical, opinionated, negative Mom.

But I am going to be a good hostess. I will keep the glasses and plates full. I will make witty and sparkling conversation. I will be gracious and ignore all the nit-picky things my mother is going to say...

Or I'll lose my temper and blow up at her. Either way, it will be a trypical day in the Adams/Francis family. I'll let you know how it goes.

I'm going to go clean something. You can now resume the rest of your lives. Thanks for reading.
- posted by Kim @ 10:51 PM