We’re flying to Anchorage tomorrow for a couple of days to do a few things we didn’t get to do when we were in town last month like, go to the doctor’s office, spend even more money, and of course meet Mama Jean and show her a bit of “town” before bringing her back here with us on Sunday morning.
We’re not even packed and it’s now 11:24pm.
We’ve been rushing around doing things at work and at home. I still feel like I’m way behind on most of the things I’ve been wanting to do at work but the house had to be cleaned too.
My mother-in-law is a neat freak. If she had walked in to our house just two days ago, she’d have fainted and died. But not before trying to clean it all up herself.
This is not a bad thing though. Mama Jean isn’t a preacher of cleanliness and doesn’t look down anyone who can’t eat off of their own floors.
If you find yourself out on your boat after she shoo’ed you out of the house and insisted you go out and “have a good time!”, wondering how the hell you ended up there? It’s probably because by the time you get back, you will be able to eat off your own floors.
Mama Jean will then act as if she’s done nothing. Like she’s lounged all day on the couch reading a book because she is on vacation. She won’t criticize you for having a messy house and will not look for or accept a “thank you” after she’s cleaned it up either.
Mama Jean rocks. I love that about her.
Ya’ll be good little girls and boys and maybe I’ll let you all in on the little secret I’ve been keeping from you.
(Read: the secret that has nothing to do with being pregnant or becoming parents in any shape or form for that matter and also has nothing to do with us quitting our jobs.) Have a safe and fun weekend and I’ll see ya’ll on the flip-side!