Mother Studies (#2): Visits

my mother is coming over today.


and it is of course without a bang.


i was just shortly notified by my sister that my mother is coming over from my home town not via a colorum van, nor via bus but via the newly purchase-all-time-breaking-down vehicle. and not just that; she is also bringing along the 6-wheeled delivery truck. How is that possible? of course it is not possible without her bringing an entourage, because after all she doesn't drive. So i will also be expecting an entourage of 2 drivers and an "assistant". she will be bringing, not only one, but three males to stay over at my two storey, 4x8 apartment, already occupied by 7 people.  


I wonder where she'll also park that delivery truck because it will definitely not fit in our apartment's driveway. 


i'm not sure how many sacks of sugar or rice she'll be bringing over and store at my apartment but the sacks are usually gone in a few days so i don;t really mind. besides, they don;t talk so it is okay with me. i dont mind living in tight spaces as long as it is quiet. but i do mind the number of bags. i am trying to imagine now how many bags of unimaginable things my mother has brought with her. she is notorious for her refugee-fashion-style whenever she travels (read: she brings not less than 4 big bags, one bag enough to dislocate a shoulder) that is why my father is always embarrassed to travel with her and more often than not refuses to travel with her. We used to think my father was too harsh on this, on her refugee-style, but we've realized he did have a point. I personally avoid to travel with my mother now for this reason. I will not even tell you about how, when they travelled last new year's eve, a tupperare of leftover rice came tumbling along, rolling over the aisle of the bus, spilling of course, left over rice everywhere.  


this is gonna be a crazy friday. 


i asked PF if he has any idea how we could survive this holocaust. i suggested we camped at the beach or spend the night at his father's house. but he also refused because he is not comfortable in either of the two. if there is one thing PF does not like to do, it is to do things outside of his comfort zone. this is totally opposite of my character, who at 13 has started living in rented spaces, alone. i think the most out-of-his-comfort-zone thing he ever did in his whole life is to actually have a kid and marry me (in that order) and eventually marry into my crazy family. he probably won;t do anything more than that in the coming decades. 


I quickly decided to resume my house cleaning project which has been delayed for a week due to bad weather. I wll scrub the walls of the apartment clean so all the old mess will be gone and the house will be ready to receive a new set of mess. I thought that if i cleaned the house prior to their arrival, when they do leave i will be left with just the new set of mess to clean with. After all, older mess are much harder to clean up. Also, I will be busy for the coming 6 months (and maybe for the next two years if i get to be in that Afg project) starting next week so i certainly will not have time to compete for housewife of the year award. 


and while typing this, i was just resting my ass while waiting for the newly scrubbed walls and newly mopped floors to dry so i can start the mega sweeping before the kid comes home from school. 


In the meantime I will consider my self on a room-arrest for the rest of the time they are here.