This weekend, we had our first non-parental family visit...Nana came to town. Nana is the hub's maternal grandmother. As a fairly newlywed who hasn't really gotten to know the family yet (these things take time,) I have to admit that I was a little terrified. I also have to admit that I am probably the worst housekeeper and for this reason, I was even more terrified. Anyone who knew me growing up knows that my problems as a teenager all boiled down to homework and housework. I mean, what teenager doesn't have those problems? Oddly enough, I never grew out of it. I still hate both. Anyway, since I am not a good housekeeper, I get really nervous when people come over. Mostly because I feel like they are going to know I spent the last six and a half hours frantically rushing around the house, trying to undo a few weeks of not dusting, sweeping, wiping, or tidying. When someone is going to stay the night, I get extra nervous.

So, Nana comes into town, and I feel like she is bringing with her white gloves and a bucket of cleaning supplies so she can disinfect the house before anything else. I know she actually isn't going to do these things, and I know it is ridiculous to think these things will happen. This is just the irrational fear in the back of my mind. *Not unlike the fear that shoes will protect me from the things that come to attack me once the lights go out...no really, I'm afraid of the dark and I wholeheartedly believe that shoes will protect me. Like I said, irrational for someone who has made it past her 7th birthday.

All in all, we had a great visit with Nana. I can safely say that she did not die from sleeping in our house, nor did she bring white gloves. I had a great time getting to know a little bit more about her and her past. I also got to hear what my husband was like as a kid, which was fantastic.

I can now say that I have gotten past the first non-parental family visit...whew.