Conversation I had with Mike this morning.
Mike: Hey Sarah....remember when I told you my friend was gonna come stay with us for a weekend?
Me: Ummm, okay...yeah. (Vaguely remembering a phone call he got last week in which I overheard him saying "yeah, you can stay with us.") ( I don't think we ever had an ACTUAL conversation about this.)
Mike: Well......That's today.
Me: Oh...okay, what time is he getting here?
Me: (Looking at clock, its now 8:15 am) And what time are you going to work?
Mike: 8:30 ....I feel bad.....I forgot.
Needless to say, I had a busy morning. I jumped out of bed to clean the house. Started in the kitchen and worked my way through the house. Dusting, vacuuming (Mike did this), mopping, then to the guest bathroom. Cleaned it all up, hung fresh towels and noticed the navy blue guest towels (the only ones that actually match that bathroom) somehow have big bleach spots all over them. Great.
Throw some stuff in the crock-pot for home-made spaghetti sauce so our guest can have dinner, seeing as neither me or Mike will be there when he arrives. This way, it can simmer all morning while I am doing everything else, and be delicious by this afternoone. Great planning Sarah!
Off to Wal-mart to buy groceries. (Cereal and milk for breakfast in the morning...I know...I'm a great hostess) and NEW navy blue guest towels to match the bathroom. While I'm at it, I splurge on a new kitchen dish towel to hang from the oven door. Snazy!
Get home and check the guest bedroom...needs clean sheets. The only spares I have are green flannel with lots of those little flannel "balls" that build up over many many washings. Decide to just wash the red sheets that are already on the bed. They match better anyway. Pull back the bed spread and realize two things: 1. Marlee has been sneaking up on the bed, because there is dog hair everywhere. And 2. these red sheets ALSO have bleach spots all over them. Double Great.
Apparrently I need a lesson on using bleach correctly.
Decide to put on the balled up green flannel sheets anyway....who cares right? They are clean, and on a few hours notice...thats MORE than fair in my book.
Start getting ready to go to work...and remember I am suppossed to be there an hour early today. AND...I told my friend who just had a baby I would stop by for a visit. So, I forget the shower, brush hair and teeth and grab clothes out of the dryer from two days ago..(still haven't quite found the time to fold them and put them away), and head out the door.
As I am leaving, I notice I never turned on the crockpot. My delicious home-made spaghetti sauce hasn't been simmering all morning like I planned. Turn it on High to "make up the difference", and leave.
I DID get to go visit the cutest new little baby. Baby Abigail Violet Jensen...7 pounds 5 ounces. So cute!! She had lots of dark hair, and was so fun to hold. I start getting excited about a new little baby myself. Have such a good time holding the baby, I loose track of time, and leave the hospital a little later than I intended...Making me late to MY hospital for MY work. And when I walked in, it was CRAZY!!!! a Madhouse, basically. Hit the floor running.
I am doing two things when I get home. 1. eat some of my delicious-simmer all day in the crockpot-spaghetti, and 2. go to sleep! Tomorrow is my day-off. Thank goodness for Friday.
What a day.....What a day. :)