My mom is arriving tomorrow, on a short vacay from the cold wilds of Chicago. She lives and works there, along with the rest of my family, and we get to see her a few times a year. (I used to fly up there with my children...back before the economy tanked, and plane tickets for my family didn't require the writing of a second mortgage).
We are so excited to see her, especially Littleboy. He is 7 now, and has had an extremely close relationship with my mother. He was conceived two days after my beloved uncle Martin passed away (Mom's brother), and we like to think that the two of them had a conversation as their paths crossed. He is also the only child that Mom was able to watch being born (the timing is tough when you are in labor in Florida and Grandma is in Chicago...but it was great...just ask her, she'll tell you). Whenever Mom is here, Littleboy is on her like he's velcro'ed to her skirt.
Cleaning my house for Mom's arrival is a whole event in itself. My mother could care less if I have 8 loads of laundry on the floor (which I actually DO right now), or if I've dusted recently (nope)...but I do like to have it nice for her when she gets here. I'd hate for her to sit in that plane seat on her way back to the Windy City thinking "Where did I go wrong?".
Soooo, I have laundry to do, along with the aforementioned dusting, as well as toilets to scrub, sheets to wash, food to buy. It's going to be a busy two days!
Yea! My mom is coming!