After dinner we had to go to LAX to drop off his rental car. Before we left he said to me, "When we come back, I'm going to clean your apartment." No objection to that.
The thing about my dad is, when he starts, he doesn't stop. I feel like it's the slight OCD in him, but then again, we've got a little bit in all of us, no? So he starts in one corner and just starts moving things around, and I'm trying to help, at the same time trying to not get in his way (at one point he said "Stop. I'll clean this area, and you go find somewhere else to clean").
And viola! We discovered that I do have a fourth wall after all! And he was proud of his work too, "See? Twenty-minutes!" I went to take a shower, and I came out only to find that he rearranged and cleaned up the other wall. He also did my pantry.I don't know if this is what happens with all families, but my mom did the exact same thing when she came to visit. She came in and immediately started to tsk me for dusty end tables. Then she cleaned it for me. She also did my dishes and cooked me dinner while I sat on my lazy bum. I have a theory that parents baby you when they miss you. Either that or they really think I don't know how to take care of myself. Probably the latter, huh.
We have to get up in about 4 hours, so I'm hoping he gets a good night's sleep after all that fun. Can't wait to go home to see the fam again.
