My daughter is coming home today. I think most parents at my age know what that means. I have been cleaning her room and shining her bathroom for the last two days (was it three?) , trying to make it look and feel like a 5-star hotel room even though the rest of the house can barely qualifies as 2.
On one of her home trip a couple of years ago, one day I caught her busy doing laundry.
“What are you washing?” I asked.
“Bed sheets,” she said.
“No,” she said, “I haven’t washed them for a long time, so they must be dirty.”
I couldn’t believe what I heard.
“What are you talking about? I washed them the day before you came home. Every time!”
It’s must be my imagination. To me, it seems like the whole house comes alive when kid is home. I enjoy and treasure every minute of it.