Laurel’s Bed & Breakfast
March 18th, 2009My family is on its way to visit me, and to be honest, I’m having a hard time focusing on anything because I cannot wait for them to get here. Zac has visited me a handful of times since I moved, and dad was up here after Christmas. But mom has yet to see my place finished, and I blame her for my Christmas decorations staying up as long as they did. Part of me just kept hopping if they stayed up, she’d eventually come and see them. Yet, apparently, she has a full time job and has to take care of the boys… so no visits for Laurel until now. I have spent way too much time as of late meticulously making sure everything is as it should be in my house. I’ve grocery shopped for everything they liked, planned meals, and have visited Target four separate times to ensure I have everything they could possibly need to be comfortable.
What is it about our parents that even as grown adults we have an obsession with pleasing them? Will it really matter to them that every picture and decoration on the wall is level? No, you say? Then why did I have to check every single thing on every wall with a level last night? I’m sure Cory thought I was losing my mind as I checked and rechecked my parental preparation list 15 times yesterday and today to make sure everything was just right, but you only get one chance to make a first impression. Even as I think about this afternoon, it seemes laughable to spend that much time focusing on details they won’t even notice. People come in and out of my place all the time and probably couldn’t tell you what colors the throw pillows on my couches are, and yet I went so far as considering ironing the wrinkles in them that I noticed late last night. Maybe I’ll just turn off all the lights and light candles, so that the room has a nice glow when they get there without shining a spotlight on anything I might have missed. Yeah, that’s a good plan. Then they’ll think their daughter is holding a seance and not critique her decorating, cleaning, or living as an adult skills. Whew, I feel so much better.
Music is my life. Everything can be expressed, handled or just felt more deeply with the right chord or phrase. I have been blessed with some amazing friends and am still at that point where my life is an open book. If you’d like, stick around for a bit and help me write a few chapters…