My mother called last night.
Mom: Hi! I’m coming down on Friday night. I’ll be staying with you on Saturday and Sunday, until your father comes down on Monday.
Me: “Uh, okay.”
Which gives me a few days of lead time to get my house in shape. It’s my mother, you know? And, as Yuriko Kinje pointed out, “Well, I guess that’s better than just showing up, hey?”
Don’t get me wrong–I don’t mind my mother coming down. The main thing is that I have to clean my apartment. And honestly, if you’ve ever seen my apartment, you’d know that I need more than five days of lead time to get it clean.
I don’t get to see my family a lot. We’re on separate coasts. So it’s nice when I get to see my mother and father at the same time. Only thing is–my brother’s in summer session down at CalPoly, otherwise this would have been a great reunion of my nuclear family. My brother is the only one that I can talk to on a near daily basis, seeing as how he and I are basically logged on twenty-four-seven.