I love having visitors and/or houseguests. One of my favorite moments in life is when the house is cleaned, the food is all ready (or, in this case, the visitors are bringing in pizza with them), the wine is opened, the candles are lit and it is time to just relax. In a clean house. I love it when people come over and I can get everything done ahead of time. Jo Anne and Jim are arriving tonight and Becca and I are just sitting around awaiting their arrival. And the house. It is the cleanest it has been in months...which really isn't saying much. But I did rather resemble the crazy vacuum lady from this movie. So, now I want to lay down on the floors and lick them.
And, why is it that every time I clean my house, I think to myself "This is so nice. I am going to keep it this way. It isn't that hard to maintain." And then, approximately 24 hours later the house is trashed again? I wish I were the type who could just keep it clean all the time. But, I guess I am NOT. Or, maybe it is that tasmanian devil behind me who has just put 3/4 of her cinnamon graham cracker crumbs on the just-mopped floor. Oh well. A girl can dream.
I am excited because John is going to be home every night for a month to 6 weeks. We are going to have relatives here (Jim and Jo Anne and then my mom) for a few weeks...and they can entertain Becca without quite so much TV watching. And I can relax a bit about logistics of getting to the hospital. And I'm excited because....oh yea, we're going to have a baby.
Excusing v/s Understanding
8 hours ago