I’m stressed this week. I’ve yelled a lot at the kids, burned Doc with dinner (long story), and fantasied about large amounts of chocolate.
Saturday is Susan’s birthday and I’m going to have a girlfriend in my home who has never been here before. My friend has a beautiful home, with a well-manicured lawn, paved driveway and brick walk way. The Works when it comes to a nice home.
Our house is… uh, … a work.
A piece of work. A work in progress. With a long way to go.
When we first bought this small house, when Susan was just a baby, we planned on adding more bedrooms, fixing the bathroom, remodeling the kitchen, but we had no idea it would take this long. My husband has almost done all of the interior remodeling himself. You know how that is, ladies. There is only so much one man can do in a day.
Needless to say, my house won’t be featured in Better Homes and Gardens anytime soon. How about Incomplete House magazine? Or Home Repair Gone Bad?
My poor husband. He’s got enough on his plate without me nagging him to hurry up and finish the house construction (no, Doc rarely reads my blog, so I’m sure he’ll miss this entry, so this doesn’t count as nagging.)
In all honestly, I don’t want my friend to see my house. Can I blindfold her when she’s here? It’s not like I don’t want her to come to the party. I’m hoping we get a chance to chat. So I’m in panic mode now knowing she’s coming.
I did attack the backyard a bit the other day trying to make it look presentable. The back porch overwhelms me when I look at it. I really wish it were ready for Saturday, but first it needs to be set free from Man’s Workshop Land. And it would be lovely if the old bathroom could go from Ugly to Pristine New with a magic wand. Alas, the plunger won’t work for that trick.
Dare I post a picture so you can commiserate with me?
So I’m stressing. I’ve been to the supermarket twice this week and forgot the blasted list each time. I never leave the house without my list. That’s how screwed up I am this week. I can’t get my head on straight.
Party Day is two days away.
I wish it were Monday.
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Made me laugh …Home Repair Gone Bad….
It’ll be ok. True friends come to see YOU and overlook the rest. Happy Birthday to Susan!
While I am a true believer in making everything as nice as possible for guests (it’s a part of good hospitality), when it gets to the point where I realize that I do not have time to do anymore, I just chalk it up to me making other people feel better about their own houses. (o:
yes, true friends don’t care about the mess, but I do. I must make everyone feel great about their own homes, ibiog.
Once I was sad because I had no shoes. Then I met a man with no feet.
All to say, at least you own a house! I never even owned one and I may never own one.
My sympathies still for your bad week. I hate myself when I yell at my kids. Thank God for His tender mercies which are new every morning.
and to add to that, Marie, I have a willing and able hubby to do the job. I’m glad you commented. I enjoy your blog immensely.