My mom has stayed with her husband and the little ones plenty of times, and Dan never once made a face about it.
The only difference was that we’d always been home.
I’m the kind of person who cleans before a trip.
I know that’s a bit much.
But you come back exhausted at 11 at night with a car full of laundry, and the last thing on earth you want is to walk into a mess.
So I did the whole apartment the day before we left.
Fresh sheets in the guest room, towels folded on the bed.
I cleaned the bathroom, emptied the trash, wiped the kitchen counters, and even ran the dishwasher so Greg wouldn’t have to figure out which plates were clean.
Honestly, I was glad he’d see the place looking nice.
Dan handed him our spare key on Friday morning before we left.
