At first I was incredibly excited when my dad told me that, finally, after nearly two years, he had convinced his brother and sister to join him and my stepmom on a trip south to visit us in San Carlos. Then I got a teeny bit nervous. I love my aunt and uncle dearly. But. They are two people who happen to be very particular about their surroundings.
I am not judging them. I admire their organization, and it is a pleasure to be a guest in their homes. If I drop a chip on the floor, I know, without a doubt, it is safe to eat. I am never going to find someone else’s hair on the soap in the shower. And freshly ironed sheets are pretty amazing. But my super obsessive compulsive clean gene was somehow switched out with a “meh, it looks fine” one.
I am not a complete and total slob, and I follow a cleaning schedule. But honestly, there is probably something sticky on one of my refrigerator shelves right now. There most definitely would be a “five second rule” debate in my home. I am also pretty good at ignoring toothpaste spit splatter on the mirrors until “clean the mirrors” day comes around.
Not only do I have genes working against me, but I also live in a desert that ends
where a beach begins. So I am constantly battling dust and sand on the floors. We have never had a scorpion in our home, but what in the hell IF one showed up while our guests were here?! I am pretty good at pretending that taking a shower with a two and a half inch cockroach is no big deal, but something like that could cause my aunt to never want to shower again. Or worse, disown me! It was very, very important to me that my aunt and uncle felt comfortable in our home
And certainly I wanted my parents to feel that way too. It is just, well, they know all about my slacker ways and come and visit me anyway.
So basically, I cleaned for a week straight before they arrived. Thus proving to myself that I do have a super obsessive compulsive clean gene, and I am just really good at overcoming it most days. I followed Steve around with a broom and a bottle of glass cleaner. I washed all the sheets and towels twice. I crawled around on all fours looking under beds for dead cockroaches and live gekkos. I used an eight foot plumero to wipe down all the fans, curtain rods, and ceilings. I sat down inside as little as possible, not wanting to dent or dirty my fluffed and vacuumed sofa cushions. It was pretty scary.
And then they all arrived! I stashed my dust rag in Steve’s underwear drawer before opening the door to greet them with big hugs. I am sure they all wondered what new scent I was wearing. Had they asked, I would have told them- – Fabuloso. After the family put away their suitcases (I had even cleaned the closets), we all hung out on the terrace- -as in outside. And we basically stayed there anytime we were home!
But we were not home much. We visited the brand new San Carlos sign and the newly opened mirador. We toured Guaymas and the pearl farm. We kayaked and did a little shopping. We even took a sunset cruise on the Sea of Cortez and were entertained by dolphins. The delicious food of our area agreed with everyone. (Thank heavens because my super obsessive compulsive clean gene would have drawn the line there.)
It was a wonderful visit full of many exciting adventures and new experiences. Most special to me were our heartfelt conversations. These things matter so much more than passing the white glove test any old day, and my family knew it. I loved sharing our home with my parents, aunt, and uncle. I am hoping they plan a return visit next year. Mostly because I am sure my house will need a another good cleaning by then.
And thankfully, even the cockroaches cooperated in making this a great visit. Steve spotted one scurrying across the kitchen the day after everyone left for home. Whew.