My husband called yesterday to let me know that his dad is going to come spend the night tonight. Do you know what I said?

Get ready . . .

“Okay.”

Seriously. That’s what I said.

And what’s even more shocking, it’s what I was actually thinking, too!

No internal inappropriate language or anything.

Our office/guest room is ready. The half-bath in that room is clean and doesn’t even smell a little bit nasty. I don’t even have to plug in a glade thingy to try to cover up an odor.

He can walk in the kitchen to get a drink of water, and I won’t even try to beat him in there.

Now, if he tries to open MY bedroom door, I’ll knock him out. But hey, you have to have some boundaries, right?

I just did my normal daily checklist today, and I’m ready. I may do an extra 5 minute walk through right before he arrives, but otherwise, I’m just going to have a normal day. Six weeks ago, this news would have meant stopping everything for the 36 hours between my husband calling and his dad arriving in order to frantically throw clutter into closets.

Today I:

Made bed. I actually didn’t do this immediately upon getting up as I have been. But when I walked into my room after going to a school assembly, I immediately noticed it wasn’t made and screamed. Yes, I tend to be dramatic. I’m just proud of myself for noticing, since that has always been my problem.

Cleaned kitchen.

Swept kitchen.

Did 5 minute walk through.

Checked bathrooms for clutter.

Ran a load of laundry.

Wiped down bathroom counters and toilets last night.