Preparing for my mom’s visit has been more stressful than I had imagined, mostly because I’m trying to teeter a lot of lines. ‘I am an adult, no need to worry about me! But I am still unemployed and waiting on unemployment to actually SEND ME SOME GODDAMNED MONEY (ARGH!), so please still take pity on me and I might need you to pay my credit card bill next week? And maybe buy me groceries because all I have is ramen and frozen corn and 6 eggs?’
I am trying to convey these things through the cleanliness of my apartment (clean but not TOO clean) and my appearance (healthy but hungry). The apartment one was easy: I cleaned early this morning and then took a shower. I shed like a Yeti so, while I removed the existing layer of hair from the floors and surfaces by cleaning, there’s some new, post-shower hair in place already. My appearance has been harder. I feel like I’m about to go on a very casual job interview— a mom and pop used book store, perhaps, because nice-ish on me always translates into ‘cute-ish librarian’ to others. Plus, there’s always something clean but sad about a bun, am I right? (Clean but Sad: The Carrie Cook Story!)
So here I am! Eating the last of my spaghetti! Hi Mom!
