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Mom's coming

My son graduates from high school this week.  The thought terrifies me.  Not because he is my baby and will be going off to school soon.  I will worry about that next month.  Right now,  I am terrified because my parents are coming to attend the graduation and my house is not ready for company--much less my mother.   Now, you will never walk in my house and wish that you were as good a housekeeper as me.  In fact, I am sure that many people walk in and get an ego boost when they see that they do much better.  I do try to control the chaos that having two teenage boys, a husband, and a ferret brings to a house,  but lets face it, I am not the most dedicated housekeeper in the world.  In fact, I am a FlyLady flunkie.   This weekend as I was desperately trying to knock back the clutter, I fantasized about booking a hotel room for my parents.  Of course, that wouldn't really solve the problem since they would still at some point show up on my front porch.  I have decided to just do the best I can and let it go.  After all, isn't the most important thing spending time together?  I just keep telling myself that and hope that it is true.

This picture shows one of my favorite sayings that I have on my walls--if only it were true.  Truth is, my house hasn't been "company ready" in a long time.

Am I the only one that worries about what their mother thinks?
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