As many of you know, I am slightly neurotic. I am the epitome of the first born child: regimented, scheduled, a planner, a psychotic bitch who wants everyone to HAVE A GOOD TIME but normally ruins it by WANTING EVERYONE TO HAVE A GOOD TIME.
Do you know what I mean?
Well, my neurosis has been kicked into high gear, as this week we’re having my 8 favorite people stay with us.
(missing: “the parents” and “the new husband”)
I’ve been letting my freak flag fly, fluttering around like a drunk hummingbird making sure everything is JUST SO.
I vacuumed at least 5 times this weekend, and they don’t get here until Thursday. I follow Penny around with a towel after she drinks so she doesn’t slobber all over my kitchen floor (which is impossible, btw) and she’s less than amused at this point.
I had to stop myself from buying new lampshades and kitchen towels and throw pillows and ALL THE THINGS at Home Goods on more than one occasion this weekend.
Cue: heavy breathing.
But somewhere along the way,
my meds kicked in and I calmed the fuck down.
These people are my family. As I say about them, we started together in diapers, and we’ll end together in diapers. They don’t give a shit that my couch is a hand-me-down, or that nothing really matches just yet.
All they want to do it relax, drink, and laugh until we pee our pants. And that, I know I can provide 😉