If you are my mother or husband or don't like TMI posts, pretend this post is about making some lovely snowflakes and go visit How About Orange.
I have been cleaning all day, vacuuming this and dusting that. The reasons are twofold: one, we are expecting some rather lovely people who have been supportive of Ty and know of his love for music to enjoy singing from Mindy Gledhill and a few of the Lower Lights AND two, I am having surgery right before Christmas.
Must clean the house in case, you know...the unthinkable happens. Because worse than leaving this world sooner than you're ready to is leaving it with a dirty house.
Right. Back to steaming the shower and scrubbing the floors.
(No, I really don't think I'm going to die on the table, I'm just a wee bit superstitious. Clean house = nothing bad will happen.) Anyone else like this?
I am also busy making treats, please to eat them all when you come.
P.S. The surgery is not a big deal, my baby-maker is just being rude and uncooperative and must vacate the premises. I will miss you baby-maker, and thank you for growing my five lovely babies. Don't let the door hit you on the way out.
P.P.S. I know the timing seems strange, right before Christmas and all, but when you can't lift for 6 weeks and you have an 85 lb. son who requires daily lifting....well then, you have to do it when your husband is home and can help. That, dearies, is just life.
And now if you'll excuse me, my wood floor is begging to be polished.