Parental Invasion

My parents are on their way.  Right now.  And I am rushing around like a mad woman dusting, vacuuming, scrubbing.  Picking up the mess, hoping they realized my home is not normally like this (piles of office things in boxes because it's been too hot to finish the desk).  I picked up things to cook this weekend (quiche, homemade pizza) along with pineapple, 2 watermelons, kiwi, and bananas.  I even picked up 2 dozen eggs because I didn't want to run out.  I'm making cookies, but I forgot cereal (because we rarely have it in the house).  Our shower curtains (for the guest bathroom) came from Amazon only for us to realize it would be better if they're shorter so we have to head out to Walmart for regular size ones for now.  I hate shopping at Walmart.  

This is the first time my Daddy will ever have been in my home.  He wasn't able to visit us in England, so it's his first time.  And the guest room he's going to be in doesn't have blinds yet (because the windows are whoa narrow and the stores were out of the smallest sizes) nor curtains, but we might be fixing that.  And my maman is going to sweat to death because it's hell in this city in the summer and there's not much I can do about it other than offer her lots of ice water (but she really doesn't like water, so I'm hoping watermelon coolers will work).  All of my worries are crashing in on me.  I feel like I am so not ready for guests.  We have too much living room furniture, not enough bedroom furniture and I'm freaking out.

So if I have a mild heart attack and disappear for a few days you all will know why.  My husband assures me it'll be okay and I look at him like he's sprouted a second head.  I'm just praying it all goes smoothly.