Hello Everyone:
A pretty typical Thursday for yours truly. The family is due to come over for lunch on Saturday so I had to some serious housework. The best part, mom hasn't gone psycho. Yeah. I so hate when they come over for a meal because the event sucks up most of the day. I used to really hated it because they would camp out, sometimes the grandkids would stay overnight. No privacy or quiet. It's always so claustrophobic. They drape themselves all over the furniture, don't left a finger to help, just eat and run, leaving a debris trail in their wake. At least the grandkids don't climb all over or move the furniture at wound anymore. I was so waiting for one one of them to fall and hit their head to get them to stop. It sounds mean but it all really left a bitter taste about it. I just don't want them over anymore for anything. I try to tolerate it but I just wish they would leave. Mostly I deal with it by trying to spend as much time in the kitchen, cleaning up or serving instead of chatting with everyone. The other thing I try to do is stay on my room until it's actually time to eat. Again, whatever I can do avoid interaction. I just wait until the storm blows over and clean up the mess. I think l'll have use the bleach to clean up the kitchen. Thank goodness for Spotify. The other good thing is the minion can entertain himself with a book, not some loud toy. Maybe I can catch part of the free day at the museum.
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