Nothing like upcoming house guests to get me cleaning. Our guest bedroom has pretty much been in theory only. It is currently being used to store baby items we aren't using (and haven't made their way up to the attic), clothes we aren't wearing (and haven't made it into the AmVet bags), papers we aren't using (and haven't made it into the garbage), and a giant bed covered with Mark's work clothes.
I did notice a mysteriously clear spot available on the bed, just around the headboard/pillow area, with a Roswell/the aliens have landed look and feel to it. Turns out it is a space big enough for a grown man's body curled in the fetal position when he just isn't quite ready to face the work day. (Mark confessed his little I take a five minute nap on the guest bed before I leave for work secret this evening while I was down there trying to make it presentable.)
And we actually have three weeks straight of guests visiting. My BFF and her fam are up first for a visit this weekend. Then Granny is making her way back to us for a little weekend with the Ropkos. Then my sweet nephews from Cali will be here.
Heath is very excited about the Whistlestop abode's Guest List. He has big plans to sleep and bath with each one of our visitors. Checking out the room for clean-up was also a delight for him. Remember the way too small red and blue Christmas fleece footie pajamas that he spent a day or two in March trying desperately to make them fit? Guess where they were? Yep. In a pile, not as properly hidden as I thought, in the guest room.
He was thrilled when he found them (I've been looking for these! he exclaimed), and only tried to make them fit for a minute or two. Then he decided to tie the red pair around his neck, and the blue pair around a willing, but mildly skeptical, Stella's neck.
Batman capes, he announced, pleased with his idea.
Good. That's two fewer items I have to find a space for before our first guests arrive.
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