the house-sitter

I am house-sitting for my folks at the beach.

My dad, upon leaving for their trip: “Well, if you decide to vacuum the hardwood floors…”

My mom, choking with laughter, “Sure, Lisa will vacuum!”

Me, indignant: “What?! I might vacuum!”

By this time, they are both laughing so hard that the conversation more or less ends. Maybe I’ll clean the whole house, I think (still smarting from the slight). That will show them.

They return tomorrow.

Needless to say.

I have yet to empty the dishwasher, dust a windowsill or pick up a broom.

I don’t think they’re showing up until late afternoon. I think I can get everything done tonight and just rest tomorrow. Or get everything done tomorrow morning and relax during the afternoon. Or maybe I could just…

Aw, screw it.