I'm not sure how this will be interpreted, but such is the story of my life. My dad called the other day and guess what...the rents are coming to visit next month! (Cue heartburn and me opening a new container of Tums.) Now don't misnterpret, I love my parents deeply...see posts My Dad is Awesome, Cookbooks and Dirty Jokes, and Party Hardy to understand more about the relationship I have with them. Now, that being said, it's always stressful when they come to visit. I mean, I can't be the only one who contemplates buying stock in Tums when family is coming to visit, right? Even though I know they love me unconditionally, there is still that "need to please" and the worst thing I could ever do (in my mind) is disappoint the 'rents, thus my major (but totally unnecessary) meltdown when I came out to them, but that's another story for another day. While I am excited to see them (I won't see them again until Christmas because driving 9 hours on Thanksgiving weekend is just insane) it is nerve wracking as well. The need to have the house clean, have my life (somewhat) together, make sure the lawn is mowed (or leaves raked depending on the season), etc. Originally they were going to come this weekend, but I'm going to NC Pride for the first time (I'm fully confident that I will have something to post about after, don't you worry your gay little heads!) and while they don't care about me being gay, in a lot of ways it is still "in theory" to them. By this I mean I've never brought anyone home for them to meet, I don't really talk about going out to gay bars or differentiate in conversation between my gay/straight friends, etc. I mean I very well could have told them I was going to NC Pride, but instead I just said, "I have plans with friends in Durham this weekend." On a positive note I have a month to fester, I mean prepare, before they come!
P.S.-Sorry for major abuse of parenthesis in this post, not sure what that's about (maybe because I did a lesson on them today) ;-) [sorry I couldn't resist]