Last Thursday I received an out of the ordinary noon time phone call from my oldest brother. I'm juggling lunch making and the swift movement off to kindergarten. I picked up the phone to see what was up. The first thing out of my brother's mouth was I heard your having a house guest!
Our family lives in Upstate New York, so typically I know when I will be receiving house guests. There's a lovely window of time to prepare my house, the guest room, and myself mentally. These days the guest room has turned into the catch all room, clothing cast offs from my growing daughters, winter gear from my hubby's traveling adventures for work, laundry, and diaper boxes of toys that I fill up when things break or it's time to let them go. I have to keep them in the closet for a few months because there is always a random toy that won't leave my oldest daughter's memory and I have to retrieve it from the cast off box. If no questions arise, off to the local charity for donation the boxes go.
Back to my house guest.
My father is retired, but my mother is still happily working. It's turned out to be a very busy time for her at work, so she can't get away for a vacation. Long story short, my father decided he wanted to come out for a visit. Even though my mother encouraged him to book a plane ticket, he made up his mind that he wanted to drive out to Colorado. I've driven the 1,800 mile trek too many times to recall, but happily I haven't driven across i-80 in at least a decade.
Last Thursday, my father waited for my mother to go to work, then he packed his suitcase and hit the highway. He drove alone all day Thursday, spent the night in a hotel, and arrived in Colorado about 5 o'clock in the afternoon on Friday. Although he was a bit out of sorts, worn out from the drive, he made it safely. And my mother's response to his adventure, let's just say she wasn't happy.
In the past week, I have been enjoying my house guest. My guest room has been freshly painted a wonderful shade of yellow, a nice needed change. I was able to get up on the roof during one of the 70 degree days we recently had to paint some trim that needed it desperately. The last of the leaves have been raked, the garage has been cleaned, and the truckload of recyclables are off to Eco-Cycle. I have to admit, it's been nice having help around the house, someone to stay home during Kindergarten pick up, so GL doesn't have to be woken up. Laundry is being done, dishes disappear when placed in the sink. Oh and my floors, they've been washed.
It's funny because just a couple of weeks ago, I felt so overwhelmed. But today I'm all smiles, happy to have the company. The world works in mysterious ways or maybe the silent cries for help were heard 1,800 miles away.