For years, I’ve been suspicious that I secretly had what it took to be fully dressed (this means socks AND shoes AND a bra), have make-up on and a clean house all…
AND people would come over unexpectedly.
Yesterday, it actually happened. There’s nothing sweeter than validated suspicions. Ahem, providing those suspicions are sweet and not awful (like “I think my husband is cheating on me”).
As I did laundry yesterday, there was a knock at the door. It was my neighbor from down the road. She’s a grandma with no local grandchildren. My daughter, The One Who Knows No Stranger, simply adopted her.
This brings her total Grandma count to 8. Seriously.
There’s Granny, Grammy, Grandma Hoopes, regglar Grandma, Great Grandma, Super Grandma (yes, that’s a thing), Other Super Grandma (yeah), and Grandma Elsie.
Grandma Elsie came by yesterday and we visited, and it was wonderful.
I was free from the pressing stress of the house, and I was able to just enjoy her company 100%.
I still enjoy company when my house isn’t clean, but I don’t enjoy it 100% because in the back of my mind I’m thinking, ‘uuuuugh… filth.’
Anyway, it finally happened yesterday. And it may never happen again, so please: applaud, or write it in your journal, or send up a hallelujah.