I picked up a prescription for Valium today*.
The kitchen is spotless. Cupboards washed & counters scrubbed. Oven clean. Updated photos are on the fridge, including ones of the inlaws. Wine** is hidden away for those times when needed.
Bedrooms filled with the somewhat noxious odor of febreeze to overwhelm the definitely obnoxious odor of teenage boys' hockey gear.
Picture frames dusted and straightened. Walls wiped down.
Children cleaned, combed and admonished on how to behave so that their Nan thinks their mommy is a GOOD mommy for the next 4 days.
Husband reminded that he has to live with ME, not his mother for the next 50 years. And then reminded again.
Now we wait for their arrival.
*The Valium? For the DOG. Annie is all Jack Russell and she feels GOOD. And what do Jack Russells do when they feel GOOD? Run. Jump. Play. And what do Jack Russells do when they can't Run. Jump. Play.? They howl. They whine. They eat down comforters. They poo in their kennels. What do their mom's do when the inlaws are coming? They drug the dog. BEHAVE YOU DUMB MUTT, NAN IS COMING!!
** The wine? That's for me.
P.S. Since I know my husband's family reads this blog ... the disclaimer. I LOVE my mother in law. She is truly a wonderful woman. And I know that it could be MUCH worse (insert nameless relative whom we are all thinking of here) The stress of their visit is MINE and mine alone. At what point in time do you quit wanting approval of your husband's parents? After 15 years of marriage you would think I would desensitized by now.