I've not started a thread before, so please be kind.
Small handhold needed - I've invited my parents over for dinner tonight and I'm already panicking. Dad will stand outside looking at the house like it's dirt on his shoe before coming in in his own sweet time, Mum will say everything's lovely but throw in some PA comments about things or poke around when I'm not looking. It will never be clean enough, tidy enough or uncluttered enough for them and they'll make sure I definitely know it.
I've just finished washing the skirting boards and all the gloss paint on the bannisters but I'm still panicking they'll find dirt or dust. They're coming at 6:30pm but that means 6pm because they're always what DH likes to call "passive aggressively early". I just almost had a meltdown because we have no gin, and what if they decide they want a G&T? DH is doing his best to scrape me off the ceiling but I can feel my blood pressure rising. I genuinely hope something random comes up, like a really localised earthquake, and we have to cancel because a sinkhole has opened up in the kitchen or something.
I don't even know what I want anyone to say, I think I just needed to type it out. I'm a totally strong, independent thirty-something woman with a good career, two kids, a wonderful husband and a beautiful (lived-in) home, but when I'm around them I just revert to being a 14 year old who's shit at everything and a constant disappointment. Why do I let them do this to me? I do really love them, I just wish they didn't fill me with such dread.
Is it too early to open the wine??!