Wife and Mommy

My mother is coming to visit.

This makes us happy, as a whole.  The kids are very excited to know their Halmoni is coming, and have been arguing about whose room Halmoni will occupy while here.

Me, on the other hand, I’ve been slaving away trying to get my house in order.  I must stop to chuckle, however.  Why do I do this?  I mean, who do I think I am fooling?  My mom, the one who carried me and birthed me, fed me, raised me…she knows every single one of my idiosyncrasies.  She knows housekeeping is not my forte.  She struggles to not say anything about the state of my home…but I know.  I just know what she’s thinking as she quietly gazes at my dust bunnies or smudgy mirrors.  (Sometimes she can’t help herself and just has to say something as she gives me the stank eye.)

So I clean like a madwoman.  I make The Husband miserable as I run around like a woman possessed, trying to make my home look like a museum.  But again, I must return to the question Why?  Why bother??

I guess it’s just I’m trying for her.  And I hope she knows that it’s my way of showing her that I love her enough to try.

But it’s killing me.

I’m just waiting for her to get here, get settled, and begin the force feeding of Spam and other such goodies.  I’ll enjoy my Korean mother (and her cooking!)  for the week she is here visiting.