No interruptions, happy housecleaning!
I've decided to turn Papa's impromptu visits into babysitting for housecleaning. While Tommy ran Tom's dad around the back and front yard, with much time spent exploring his minivan, I got the mail sorted, the coffee table cleaned off, the kitchen counters washed, the table cleaned, the floor swept, the carpet vacuumed, frebreezed everything and changed my clothes into something less sweatery since it's no longer a 48° morning.
After he falls asleep for his nap, I only have to mop, do the dishes, throw in some laundry, and clean the glass. Yay!