My parents came to visit last weekend. They were on their way to Canada and we were just a lovely stop so they could see their only grandchild. Its all about Isis now. They're not really MY parents anymore. They're Isis' grandparents.
This is actually pretty cool. They LIKE getting up with her in the morning and feeding her. And she LOVES them. When they are here, she wants nothing further to do with mommy and daddy. So, we finally get to take naps and watch TV and live the life of luxury that we gave up when we decided to provide my parents with the apple of their eye.
There is one thing about having my parents over for a visit that is a little disconcerting, however. Our rooms change.
This visit was mild. We were getting into bed the first night after my parents showed up and my husband turned to me and said, "did you see the new towels in the baby's bathroom?"
It varies by the visit. Sometimes, its a new rug or some dishes. Once, I went to work and came home to find my mother painting my dining room blue. It had been green. She had already primed and put on the first coat. She was almost done. Another time, she steamed all the wallpaper off one room. I don't care who your contractor is, they've got nothing on my mom.
I think the intensity of the changes has something to do with whether I was naughty or nice. You see, my mom is the decorating Santa. She breezes through town leaving matching color schemes and strategically placed potpourri in her wake. Unlike the Christmas Santa, who comes when you're sleeping, my mom strikes when you're working. You come home from work to find the comforter and matching pillows have changed on your bed and the new ones are coordinated with well-placed throw pillows on the couch. Plus, there is a new art print on the bathroom wall. Something calming.
Its all good. Jeff and I are like poor kids who really need the toys at Christmas. We have no style. There is absolutely no denying that our house looks better after a visit from my mom. But, since we have no style, we are always left with these nagging questions.
"Are we allowed to use these towels or are they the 'decorative' ones?"
Santa needs to start leaving us written instructions.
