I like to consider myself a fairly social, welcoming and warm person. I enjoy having people over for dinner, coffee, drinks, games - you get the picture.
But for some reason I am not a fan of house guests. As in overnight (or more than one night) guests. Of course this does not apply to my dear friends, who understand I'm not a person who is good at cleaning and appreciate my efforts, and who, you know, help me with the dishes after dinner. Or maybe even help me cook.
I'm talking about house guests who come, enjoy the house I've gone insane cleaning, eat the wonderful food I prepare, let me do the dishes, and leave me on Sunday afternoon with a disheveled house, a tired and overstimulated child, and hardly a stitch of sanity.
You can probably guess where I'm going with this...we're having those kind of guests this weekend. They are very nice people, friends of my husband. And I know it makes my husband very happy to have his friends visit, since most of his close friends do not live close by.
One issue (and I realize I'm totally neurotic) is that I can never get an arrival time nailed down, so I never know whether or not dinner is expected. Both times I've tried to guess I've been wrong - the first time I ordered so much pizza we were eating it for days after, and the second time I had nothing in the house and had to run out for supplies.
Second bone of contention...voice volume with a sleeping child in the house. I don't know how many times I need to tell a grown person shhhhhh before I can hit them? Seriously. Indoor voices.
I am going to try my best to be a gracious and mellow hostess. I am practicing my deep breathing and have a bottle of vodka in my room for sustenance. Wish me luck.