What is it about visits from in-laws that send normally sane women into cleaning frenzies? Last minute frantic scrubbing in the bathroom to eliminate any sign that someone may have recently used the bathroom. Vacuuming the kitchen of any recent crumbs – going above and beyond the every day call of duty so that nobody can suspect that one might actually live there.
I assure you, I don’t put in this much effort before my father visits – and I love him a lot – and sure, there is the fact that my dad might not notice as much as my germaphobic mother in law would – but it still seems silly. I’ve just in the last hour repeated all the same chores I just did on Wednesday, even though they normally wouldn’t be done again for an entire week. I even put real clothes on, because nobody should know that I live in my pajamas most days.
I know this is probably normal, but it still struck me as mildly ridiculous as I did it.
…making babies buying a new hamster and um, learning every little thing about them and how to take care of them. I am the epitome of a new mom, reading up on the history of hamsters and every way they can be harmed, scared, or stressed in any way. Feel free to express condolences to my husband – I’m sure he needs it.
So, no pictures of the new guy yet, if only because I don’t want to scare the [expletive] out of him with the camera. But, soon, I promise. His name, obviously, is Freddy. As if there was any doubt. He’s a cute little Dwarf Hamster and has taken a serious liking to DH and is slowly warming up to me and my son.
Anyway, I am certain this post is boring you all to tears, but I figured I’d wrap up my last entry and confirm that we did indeed purchase a hamster, we’re all still alive, and no, I don’t have anything better to blog about. But don’t lose hope, I’m sure this break in creative energy can only last so long.