I checked the expected arrival time of the Northwest flight in the morning before I set off: the 'scheduled 12.15' had turned into an 'expected 11.40'. I needed to get my skates on and I mentally crossed off a couple of last minute jobs around the house. I always liked having the house ready and looking nice before they arrived--the child in me trying to impress, 'see how tidy my room is!' But I hated being late for my parents and had only been late once or twice in the 19 years they've been visiting, so I convinced myself that their jet lag would prevent them from seeing that I missed a couple of jobs. Of course the reality is they will not even care because I know they aren't coming for a room inspection but for a good visit and a chance to see how my world is getting on.