My parents are coming for a visit in 13 days! I've got mixed emotions about it all. I REALLY want to see them, I miss them being a daily part of my life. I think it's the most difficult thing about living on a different continent. At the same time I'm sad about the visit. I'm not sad that they'll be here, but I'm sad that the trip was originally planned as something different. Originally they were coming to help me get prepared for the arrival of Ricky.

The biggest problem I'm having at the moment is just preparing for their arrival. I can't seem to find the energy or motivation to get this place in order. It's been a bigger mess than usual lately. Somehow laundry, dusting, vaccuming, cooking, it all seems so trivial and like a big waste of time. Not that I'm doing anything ELSE with my time besides sitting around on the computer all day. I did get a tiny little corner cleaned out. Maybe if I just do that amount every day until they are here it will all work out alright.

I guess in the long run it all doesn't really matter. My parents will be here. I know that they don't really care how clean my house is, they don't care if everything is 'perfect' for their arrival, they only care about being here and spending time with Erik and I.