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The in-laws are coming!

My in-laws are arriving tomorrow.  They're staying until Monday.  I know it's awful, but I've been dreading their arrival for weeks.  They're nice enough people, but I don't know them well.  I see them only a few times a year and this house is small for 4 people.  Wayne and his family are not what I'd call close knit.  They're almost awkward around each other and it's not easy to deal with.  I always feel as if it's on me to keep up conversation and it's exhausting when they're here for more than a couple of days.
His mother is a bit of a clean freak.  I can clean this house from top to bottom twice and never feel like it's clean enough for a woman who bleaches her tea cups on a weekly basis.  I keep a clean house, but by her standards - my house must seem a mess.  I've cleaned the guest bathroom twice.  I have the menu planned and later tonight, I'll be ironing their bedding (not something I would nornally do, but she does and I just don't want her to think I'm a bad wife). I'm a stress machine.  I wish I had another day to prepare, but I always feel like this when they visit.  It's going to be a very long weekend...

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Aniela said…
Good Luck!!!! I am sure your house will look great - as it did the two times we were in it :) Am going away next week for a family vacation in New Hampshire, but will definitly catch up with you when I return!!! Will be thinking of you this weekend and hoping it goes smoothly!! Aniela

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