Welcome Home

I woke this morning with a sleepy grin.  Today is the "Welcome Home" party for my son.  The clock read 5:20 by the time I was finished pushing the snooze and I was glad to have plenty of time to clean my terribly cluttered house.  The guests weren't coming until 2 and I'd be finished cleaning by noon and then go get the stuff to make sloppy joes, get snacks plates, cups and  bevereges.

My husband said, so it's 6:20 ?  I said no, 5:20.  But he assured me today is the first day of daylight savings time.

OK, so I re-started my day cussing!  An hour less time in this woman's skattered brain and house would doubtless send me into a tizzy.    I stopped.  I laughed.  Thought it was an April Fool's belated prank.  I called time and temp....... but lo, it is really daylight savings time, so I really do only have a few hours to clean my clutter.  And the bathroom which is abused by my not so neat son and husband.  And the kitchen floor which is linoleum from 1972 and looks clean only when wet.  And the carpet, once I find it under all the clutter.  And the stuff cluttering the hallway will be tossed into a cluttered room and the door shut.  Then clean the stairs to the basement entry way.  I'm still bargaining with my husband to please make a way for people to come in without snaking through his maze of shelving and tools.  Also, since we've not been able to pay the trash bill for a spell, he is in charge of finding a place for the trash. 

But I'm not worried.  Oh, I WILL be, but really, it's just a get together with some family and friends to welcome home my prodigal son.  He's been in jail and then a male residential center since late September and we've missed him.   Now we'll get together and celebrate, albeit without booze and spirits, and tell him we love him and want him to stay on the OUTSIDE.  (of jail)

The condition of my house is not an issue, and if it bothers anyone, that's THEIR problem.  I'll make it as comfortable as possible, but I have limited capabilities today, so I'll just grin and BARE it!  Yes, I meant to spell it like that.  That's what I mean.

My son is upstairs sleeping, and he hates my clutter.   Cleaning the house will also make him happy.  I'll also be more relaxed.
When I'm finished, that is.  And gadzooks, look at the time!
Holy Moley, I've got to get into the bath and start cleaning!  No more Gather today!  Now I know better than that.  I'll peek all day to see who has a new story or poem.  I'll check my e-mail throughout as well, and probably even reply.  Wonder why my house is cluttered so?  He He.

Now it is 7:20, I've had my breakfast and I'll take my tea with me to the bath.  No time to dally, it's only four and a half hours until noon, and then off to the grocery.  Sigh.  Such is the life of a skatter brain!

Welcome Home, Son!