The Gang's (About to Be) All Here

 I'm not done the camping posts, but I sat down earlier to dash off a quick post about how Zarah and Sophie (close friend from university and her daughter) are arriving tomorrow and I just started trying to tidy a little and then really looked around my house and had that moment of oh, awesome, precisely how long HAVE we been living in squalor. And then started rushing around like a headless chicken, moving stuff, shoving stuff into drawers, putting stuff in bags - all this despite the fact that Zarah and Sophie could not remotely care less about the state of our house and I KNOW THAT. But I was thinking that I was going to do so much cleaning and reorganizing this summer, and then my stupid friends planned all this fun stuff and what was I going to do? Be rude? 

Eve and Sophie

Anyway, I cleaned off a couple of key surfaces, made sure the spare room was habitable, and basically wrote off the living room where numerous tote bags and grocery bags and boxes are stacked, mostly for Angus to take when he leaves for NC on Monday and some that we'll take when I drive Eve back to Hamilton on Tuesday. If there are a few things in there that don't belong to either kid and instead need to be packaged up for donation, well, nobody needs to know that. 

So Zarah and Sophie were coming tomorrow until Sunday, Eve's friend Davis is also coming home from Montreal for the weekend, and my sister and brother-in-law are coming Sunday to Wednesday. We thought we could squeeze in a quick visit with them at my parents' place before Angus leaves Monday morning. 

Then Zarah texted that Sophie's plane from Victoria was delayed and she wasn't getting in until very late tonight, so could they come Friday to Monday instead. All good, Sunday would be a little nuttier now, but we would roll with it.

Then my phone chimed and my sister-in-law Laura texted that she and her husband (Matt's brother) and their kids were coming to town for a bar mitzvah, and they were wondering if they could stop by Friday or Sunday. I burst out laughing and said yes, of course they could. That's nine people in town this week-end - only two staying with us, so it's chaos in a good way. I might have to write down a schedule on my arm in Sharpie to make sure I don't miss anyone, but it's a nice, nice problem to have. Plus now I have one extra day to figure out where to put all these books and clothes and humidifiers.