Dear Mom,
I didn't get the house clean, but my husband did a pretty good job of disguising that while I was picking you up from the airport. I had super good intentions, and woke up Monday sure that it would happen. Then I figured out why Kiddo had slept so poorly the night before. She was sick. So instead of cleaning, I sat with a mellow child, who wasn't so sick that she was miserable, but was sick enough to need extra love, and extra attention. Tuesday was about the same.
One of these visits the house will be clean before you come. You'll be so surprised. Until then, know I really appreciate you being here, and helping me out before the next baby comes. At least the apartment will be clean before you leave...
love, me
