The Drop In

I am going to deviate completely from my typical posts.  I am going to gripe a bit about something that bothers me, but that I don't really get to be honest about in real life; the drop in visit.  I know, I know, it seems like a really silly thing to be bothered about, but it really really bothers me.  Here's why.

1. I have a 10 month old and a 2 year old.  Pretty much, someone is ALWAYS sleeping.  If I knew we were expecting company, I would at least put the dogs outside so they didn't bark.  Also, I could ask the expected guests not to ring the doorbell.  If you want to piss me off unreasonably, wake up my kids.

2. Our house is always pretty clean.  But you know how it goes; the one time the place looks like a pigsty is when people show up unannounced.  I take a lot of pride in keeping a nice home, and I want it to look respectable when visitors see it.

3.  The same goes for the girls.  I'd rather they not be dirty faced and still in last night's pajamas if you don't mind.

4.  I like to entertain, and I want to do it properly.  If time permits, I'd love to have something baking in the oven and the coffee freshly perked.  When I am scrambling to offer guests something that isn't goldfish or bunny shaped, I feel completely out of sorts.

5.  If you know me, you know that I am kind of a controlled person.  Surprises aren't necessarily good in my world.

6.  We live a solid 30 minutes away from anyone who'd be coming to visit us.  We are in the middle of nowhere.  There is NO reason for any one to be in the neighborhood.  To my mind, this means that we should get a phone call 30 minutes in advance saying "Hey, we are coming over!" This is short notice, but sufficient.  If we lived in a neighborhood, I would be expecting visitors more frequently, so I wouldn't be so bothered by it.

Ok, I apologize for the purposeless rant. I needed to get it out so that I am not actually rude to anyone in person.