Actually, on second thought, don't.
Mr. W offered up our home as a stopover for some of his friends as they travel up north for a cabin weekend. Me? Not too whipped on the idea.
It's taken me a while to realize it, but I've determined that I'm not a fan of having overnight guests.
It's not because I'm a cold bitch. It's the opposite.
I worry much too much about their comfort.
With the doggies and the kitty, things at our house are not quiet. Or particularly clean.
And this visit? Mr. W's headed out for his own northwoods weekend at the insanely early hour of 4 a.m.
And I have to get ready for work, which, on normal mornings, requires the use of 3 separate room. (What can I say? I like my space. I spread things out. So sue me.)
So these poor souls will have to put up with him. Then the loud pets. Then me. And I'm sure all they will want is some peace and quiet.
Ugh.
Just not good.
4 comments:
I've learned to just have an "enjoy our home, enjoy our life" kind of attitude with houseguests. I LOVE having people over (seriously, I do), but I try to not get too worked up about it.
People are usually just happy to have a place to crash regardless of your "life" going on around them.
your house is always super comfy and inviting- dogs and all! i wouldn't worry about that part.
i do hate having to get ready in my bedroom and not 'hog' our only bathroom when people come over. that is a tough one, especially on a work morning routine.
we just spent a week in LA staying with a friend of my boyfriend's and the whole time i was thinking "sweet jesus, i hope no one ever spends a week with us." i used her razor and her towel, we came home drunk at 4 a.m. when she had to work the next day, she drove us around ... terrible for her.
i don't even like having people stay for a day. at. all. i'm not worried about their comfort, i'm worried about mine. nothing sparks my inner recluse like guests.
i'm probably an asshole.
I used to hate having guests because I'd fret so much. And then I realized that honestly, when I stay with friends, I'm just glad to see them, and I'm not expecting hotel service - and neither are my friends. And I love having good friends visit. It's people I don't know well that are hard for me as guests. So odds are, his friends know where they're staying and that you have pets, and they're just going to be glad to stay. Life is just life.
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