An exercise in futility

Tim's mother-in-law is coming to town tomorrow, which is not to say that my mother is coming over. Tim was married previously, and widowed, so this Mother-In-Law is his late wife's mom. I've not met her before.

Perhaps you can imagine how intimidating this meeting is for me. I am married to her late daughter's husband, and raising her grandchildren. I don't stand a chance of being remotely good enough.

I'd like the house to look like a show home, and I'd like to lose 15 pounds. I freshened up the color on my hair first thing this morning. I painted my nails, all 20 of them. And now I am cleaning the house. The thing is, that as I clean, there are several children, two dogs and a cat, who are working as vigourously as I at opposite purpose. It's making me crazy. Why are they such messy creatures, children?

So, I'm nervous about meeting this woman. Tim says that I have no need to be nervous, because she's a great lady. But, really, how would you feel?

So, now I'm blogging rather than cleaning, which is not designed to improve the state of my house, but works wonders for the state of my mind.
Wish me luck....