Headless Chickens

It becomes increasingly clear to me what the phrase "running around like a chicken with it's head chopped off" actually means.

We have long-awaited guests in the house, and they'll be staying for 2 weeks. Immediately upon their departure, another couple will arrive and stay for a week.

Disclaimer: this is freakin' awesome! We are very excited to have family come down and we haven't seen the first set of guests in almost 3 years. It's all good.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch-- this means planning sleeping arrangements, trips to Costco, and a few odd presents for my nephew, in addition to dealing with the yearly scheduled Spring Cleaning and the unfortunately unscheduled leaking of our septic tank. It just so happens to be situated near our front walkway and the spillage sheets over the path every time a toilet is flushed. It's gross.

And of course, there are the daily chores and commitments that still need to be addressed.

The End Result: nothing gets accomplished, soccer practice and Girl Scout meetings are forgotten, personal hygiene falls by the wayside, and my on-again off-again adult acne goes into overdrive.

Yet by the time Husband delivered Brother, Sis-in-Law, and Nephew from the airport, I had a warm snack prepared, a house tidied to 95% cleanliness, and cover-up smeared in all the right places. This chicken pulled it all together at the last minute, but I'm tellin' ya I needed a glass of Chardonnay when all was said and done.

Update on the hyperlinked story above: it turns out my friends were not impressed by my boozing and reported me to the mom's group coordinator at church. Apparently this was an official church function and they did not appreciate my behavior. I was called in for a sit-down meeting and everything. Sheesh.