Next month I need abdominal surgery. I'll need to be in the hospital for 2-3 days, and I will need a week or two to recovery afterwards. No cancer, nothing like that. Just structural work. So while I'm not looking forward to yet another foray into slice and dice land, that isn't what has me scared.
No. Here's the really scary part (think Count Floyd from SCTV): after the first few days after surgery (where I will be recovering with a doting cat in Innana's comfy flat), Foilmormor arrives to take care of me at home. And boss me around. And inspect my (complete and utter lack of) housekeeping skills. I've been throwing stuff out and organizing all weekend as the Foilkids have been with PdeFF, much needed as my room was approaching Gray Gardens like levels of clutter, and I need at least three months to get my home to the appropriate Scandinavian good housekeeping level. Isn't that really scary, boys and girls?
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I have no advice to offer, except that I feel your fear as the time where the alien chooses to enter the world draws closer, thus acting as a beacon to the formidable Foilmormor types who will make the journey to our tiny (and frankly) messy home to pay homage and the inevitable arguments when some of them learn they can not stay in our home, not even camp out on the couch for a few days.
Yes, it is really that scary. I 100% agree with you.
Oh, no! Not the Scandinavian cleaner!! For too many years, my Scots-Irish Mom had her Norwegian mother-in-law to contend with, so I feel your pain!!
Good luck with the surgery. Can't think of a worse way to spend the next few weeks. But remember: this, too, shall pass . . . Oy!!
Good thoughts. I was amazed after a year or two at college my sudden awareness that I simply could not live under my parents' roof anymore; one gets accustomed to making one's own rules. (So I can appreciate the apprehension.)
But it can be a nice little reality check for everyone (like flying with a bad captain: it reinforces what kind of captain you DON'T want to be yourself!).
Jenn: Don't worry. In your case, producing the alien, who you and the FoilMormor types (a/k/a grandmothers) will be in complete harmony. You will be amazed that the puling alien is perceived by all (yourself included) as the most wonderful infant ever. And having produced the alien, regarding any mess, try to look hormonal and say, with an exhausted sigh: "Could you take care of that?" I'll be very disappointed if you pick up any cleaning implement withing three months of birth. Hey, it's been ten years for me, and I've barely touched any.
Ms. Peg: No surgery until November, but that only means I have lots of work to do before the Mominatrix arrives. Of course, she won't guilt trip me. She'll say "Sweetie, you're a single mom. I'm amazed you comb your hair before going to work!*" Which will only make me feel guiltier.
Wunelle: Actually, I wish I had my mother's homemaking skills. But I don't. And I'll shamefully take advantage of those skills while she's here. But it is stressful to have someone else (especially a parent) overseeing my home, however briefly and however needed.
*And the thing is, I basically have a buzz cut or slightly more than that now, so I don't comb my hair in the morning. Fingers through it once and my morning grooming routine is over. I won't tell her that though.
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