Shit. She’ll be here at 12:30. It’s 11:30 now. Can I clean up in time for her arrival? I worry about her presumptions. Does she expect a neat home? I got this!
I strip the bed and toss the sheets in the laundry. The kitchen table is the catchall for stuff: Mail, lipstick, hubby’s belt… (I don’t know why his belt is there. Did he come home and say, “Dam, …