On the surface, I am sleeping off the exhaustion of having three sets of visitors in the last two weeks, two sets back to back. While those guests played soccer in our front yard, I washed bed and bath linens and did quick clean-up of the guest room. We've gone through an absurd amount of fruit and beer in this house in the last week. But still, I wouldn't trade away those visits. It was the first time we got to see some old friends since we moved from Asheville, and it was a breath of fresh hippie air in our house. We talked and laughed about old friends in common and hilarious old stories that are always worth a retell, and we played sightseers in DC.
Our first guests brought us these tastes of Asheville and great joy to my tastebuds (I could (and do) eat that mustard with a spoon),
and our second set included an old friend for whom we owe depths of gratitude for being one of the primary people who got us (both of us, but Brian, especially) through the 2011-2012 school year. I write, without reservation, that this man is among the finest on Earth. Visiting, reminiscing, and laughing with him was a much anticipated treat for both of us after two years.
And, though I generally don't do so well with people in my personal space, sapping my social energies (no matter how much I enjoy their company), I really think I held together quite well. I didn't get snappish, and I wasn't itching for any of them to take their leave. Really quite astonishing.
But even all that doesn't account for my 20+ hours of sleep. As I generally only realize in hindsight, this spring was...intense. We had a lot of big stuff going on. In the moment, it seems like daily life, and you muddle through somehow (as the song goes, though it's not Christmas). You find your ten things of thankful every week (even if that's all you write for weeks on end) and file away all your other ideas (because time and energy are scarce).
And then school lets out and you all of a sudden find you're having a panic attack at an extremely inopportune moment, and think, "This hyperventilation/ugly crying cannot just be because I'm finding it hard to sing Route 66." And then visitors arrive to distract you, and when they go, you collapse and sleep for 20+ hours in two days. And wake up feeling like you just had a massive emotional release after holding it together since March.
So, there's that to be thankful for. Plus, all the ideas I filed away.
And, finally, before the SGV complain, I will dance for them in my new swimsuit, which I found after many hours searching and trying, searching and trying, and I think is a healthy cross between sexy and matronly, if such a thing exists. And I'm baring my tummy in all its tubby glory (because I just prefer two pieces) after reading the prompting of oh, so many mommy blog posts on the indignity of swimsuits and the anguish of shopping for them and the necessity of confidence to just bare all that jiggly flesh. I'd post a pic, but I'll save the experience for my family.
Speaking of, must go pack for our trip to NC for my nephew's birthday this weekend! No rest for the (very nearly) well-rested.
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