My husband’s mom is arriving today for a visit. Usually, when I’m expecting guests, I’m cleaning like mad before their arrival, but Mom’s eyesight is not so good. She doesn’t see dust and fingerprints as well as I do, so I’m under no pressure to go all Martha Stewart on this place.
She’s been a wonderful mother-in-law, never critical or bossy, never interfering or condescending. I love and respect her. She’s the kind of mom I wish I’d had.
My only complaint is the Sudoku. Please don’t make me do Sudoku!
Last time she visited she brought a whole book of the stuff. She sat me down at the table and schooled me, step by tedious step through one puzzle. When we finished, I was so relieved! But then she turned the page and suggested I work the next puzzle by myself. I felt like a pouty schoolgirl, burdened with some incomprehensible homework assignment. Luckily, my husband entered the room, distracting her so I could escape.
I’m a word person. I like crossword puzzles. I’ve always hated math. I hate numbers in boxes. I hate Sudoku.
Please don’t make me do Sudoku!