So not excited. Got parents galore rocking through my door. Probably have a valium and a beer so I can hold a conversation.
Love my family, but talking/noise/input overload. And they always make surreptitious glances around my place to make sure I am "coping".
Ay Yuh. A clean place is a coping place.
God, this makes me tired. C'mon people......words of encouragement.
Loup