what, me worry?
Sep. 27th, 2006 11:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
molly_oThe first visit/interview for the home study process is TOMORROW and I am FREAKING OUT. I keep thinking the house is reasonably clean and tidy and then spotting some new evidence of my usual slovenly tendencies. And I'm even more worried about the stuff I *don't* see.
For example, we have this mirror in the upstairs bathroom, and the frame is really cool, it's plaster of paris with pieces of glass and shells and shards of china stuck in there. Only every now and then a piece of glass/shell/china falls off. I saved'em all with the intent of gluing them back someday, but in the meantime I checked out the bathroom and realized the frame of the mirror has these four weird bare patches where the underlying plywood shows through. How crappy-looking is that? And naturally I have no idea where those carefully saved pieces of glass are, and even if I did I am (just barely) sane enough not to break out the hot glue gun at midnight.
Anyhow, I'm scared to think how many other things like that I'm not even noticing. Mark keeps reminding me that she doesn't care about our housekeeping, she cares about how healthy our relationship is and how healthy (safe) our home is, and in my brain I know he's right, but in the pit of my stomach I'm scared she'll think the kid would be better off in a FEMA trailer.
For example, we have this mirror in the upstairs bathroom, and the frame is really cool, it's plaster of paris with pieces of glass and shells and shards of china stuck in there. Only every now and then a piece of glass/shell/china falls off. I saved'em all with the intent of gluing them back someday, but in the meantime I checked out the bathroom and realized the frame of the mirror has these four weird bare patches where the underlying plywood shows through. How crappy-looking is that? And naturally I have no idea where those carefully saved pieces of glass are, and even if I did I am (just barely) sane enough not to break out the hot glue gun at midnight.
Anyhow, I'm scared to think how many other things like that I'm not even noticing. Mark keeps reminding me that she doesn't care about our housekeeping, she cares about how healthy our relationship is and how healthy (safe) our home is, and in my brain I know he's right, but in the pit of my stomach I'm scared she'll think the kid would be better off in a FEMA trailer.