It's Like Little House on the Prarie
Must clean the apartment, get the car washed, hide the large hole in the living room from the football game…sigh, the list goes on and on. Dum, dum, dum (cue scary music) – my parents are coming in town!
Actually I’m elated that my parents are coming in town and have been waiting anxiously for their arrival. There are some things that only a parent can fix. When I get stressed, mad, upset or just plain tuckered out, I call the ‘rents. They can always make things right – it’s like a gift bestowed upon you once you bring a child into the world.
I know everybody thinks they have the best parents in the world (okay, most people) but I’m gonna go ahead and say that actually MY parents are the best in the world. They are the most caring, good-humored, wonderful people I’ve ever met. Plus, they supported me up until about three years ago so that’s pretty great as well.
My parents’ visits are always filled with lots of food and new restaurants, shopping, laughter, cooking and wine. The weekend always flies by and when Sunday comes, I’m not ready to give them up.
The second my parents walk through the door I become the sniffling, crybaby little girl I used to be. I don’t think there’s been one visit yet where I haven’t cried when they left. This is embarrassing only due to the fact that I can fly home anytime I want and I act like they live in Antarctica rather than Houston. Hey, I know I’m a wimp.
So, I hope everyone has a fantastic weekend, especially now that the weather’s nice. Go outside, enjoy the weather and call your parents to tell them that you love them.



