It has happened again.
The invasion of the privacy snatchers.
We looked at our calendar and realized we have house guests for four weekends in a row, with two sets spilling into the work week.
What did we do?
A friend of mine once said, while I was lamenting a similar situation over the holiday season, “You must be an amazing hostess for people to w ant to come so often and stay for so long!”
I’d like to think so. But I am also a person that finds it hard to say “No” if I don’t have an obvious, socially acceptable excuse. So when most of June and part of July turned into Jane’s Bed and Breakfast, it kind of snuck up on us. (Or sneaked if you’re a master grammarian.)
Sneaked or snuck, we didn’t see it coming.
And now we’re stuck.
Today is one of my few days, with the house to myself (and two little gremlin sons) because the onslaught begins again tomorrow.
I love a home full of noise and love and laughter but I also love a silent home, a calm home and a clean home. As I’m scrubbing and washing and folding, I’m thinking “What’s the point?”
It’s all going to fall apart in about 28 hours.
So, I sat down to check in with all of you. Thanks for the distraction. I’d much rather be here anyway.
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