OK, so when you have company, even family-company, you have a tendency to be on your best-home-behavior, know what I mean?
I mean, it’s like when you haven’t seen a friend for a while and you are totally holding your tummy in? And after a while, you think you’ll just BUST for lack of oxygen?
Yeah, it’s been like that. Not that I’ve been totally holding in my tummy – but that I don’t want a speck of mess to be seen at home.
Not a speck.
Nip. Nada. Zilch. Nuttin’ Honey.
I can’t help myself. I want my sister(s) to think I am as wonderful a homekeepers as they are.
And I’m not.
And, they wouldn’t care….
But I do.
Same with Robert & Colette.
Which I am.
Which they know.
But it’s hard to maintain all that wonderfulness for 5 whole days...
Not a dish in the sink. Not a speck of dust on the TV..not a dog toy left behind??
No sooner did a piece of paper land in the garbage than it was a gonner..
Bed made by 6am - they didn’t even arrive until 9 – but I wanted it done.
Poor Mr. B – got up to go potty and when he returned, the bed was made. Lump? What lump? Oh that must be Lulu..sorry Sweetie!
Try to be all smiley when I wanted to say …
“I am such a fraud! I get crabby, my inner child is a brat, I want to sleep late and stay in my jammies for half the day – I don’t wear make-up on the weekends and sometimes I go to bed without washing my face!
I want to read the paper and toss it around my feet – slurp my coffee – dip my cookies.
DOUBLE DIP IN THE CON QUESO! “
Wait a minute...maybe I would after all...I mean then I could say to Mr. B –
Did you see how RELAXED he was??
Did you notice how much fun they had? Did they enjoy themselves??
I wonder why we put these stringent expectations on ourselves?
I mean, why do we think we have to be perfect when we are so adamant about other’s not needing to be? Are we that self-centered that we think we must be held to a higher standard?