I dusted. I used pledge. (I had to buy a can. Do people still really use pledge?)
I washed walls. (I’m serious.)
I threw away dead plants.
I used a brush and scrubbed our strollers clean. (They were really dusty and dirty. We live in a
dessert desert. I’d like to live in a dessert. A chocolate one.)
I re-organized the girls’ drawers and cleaned up their closets.
I cleaned the guest/girls’ bathroom and made room under the sink for the ladies’ grandma’s Vera Bradley accessory bags.
And I’m not done.
Why am I doing this?
Because I must. It’s just what you do.
I clean for the same reason I will forever call my Mom’s sisters, “Aunt So-and-so” even though I’m old enough to call them by their first name only.
And in the same spirit, I will march on and continue cleaning.
For generations daughters-in-law have been cleaning for their MILs and I must do the same.
I’m cleaning out of respect.
And truth? I have a ridiculously easy-going and awesome MIL. I’m truly excited to see her and I know she doesn’t even care about our house; let’s be honest, she’s here for the girls… not to judge. She’s awesome. And better yet, the girls LOVE her and are so excited about her arrival. And BEST yet? She’s watching the ladies while Craig and I get away this coming weekend for our anniversary.