Currently, the house looks like the aftermath of a party. Cups of half drunk tea, one quarter of a glass of red wine, tissues strewn like confetti, dishes piled in the sink, no clean underwear (ahem).
And it is, a party of sorts. A crazy rollercoaster. Full of mess and excitement and tears (its my party and I can cry if I want to).
I try so hard to keep it all in perspective when the only clean shirt I have is a 3 sizes too big maternity top. And oh man, do we need to get groceries (I ate leftover pesto pasta for breakfast). I embrace the fact that we are the people that make others feel better about the state of their homes. I have increased the normal 30 minute warning time for visitors to an hour. Commando is always an option.
Have a fabulous weekend!