Theo, I'm so sorry.

We just brought a bunch of plastic bags to Mom's because she uses them for trash and we noticed she was out when were here last. We were overflowing because I ordered so much from Peapod this winter rather than going to the market with my reusable bags.

Since I do mostly reusable bags, I don't acquire nearly the amount I used to. When it hits critical mass, I take em to the field where someone put a bag holder ( same as I have, ikea) to a tree. For dog walkers.

I've survived 10 hrs of socializing, with an hour break for naps after the shower. Then went out to dinner and a friend came over who couldn't make the dinner. My houseguests are leaving my house pretty early, but may be stopping by on their way out. Whirlwind of a visit. Gonna happen again in May, though technically, they're just crashing here for a nap after driving through the night and will be staying elsewhere for the wedding.

Did not get stopped for driving blindfolded people around. Did turn a 15 minute trip into a 45 minute maze around town.

Whumph, I'm tired and wired.

Cleaned the downstairs and even got a shower before sister and her BF arrived. Success. I'm so much happier and calmer when my house is clean. I need to seriously work on ways to keep it that way. The method I've been using (avoid, berate myself constantly, then clean frantically whenever company is coming) is not really working out. I need a sustainable plan. The anxiety about cleaning is way worse than the actual cleaning; I need to write that on my mirror.

And for once the cats joined us instead of hiding because Other People were here, and were very well-behaved, so that was nice. The Other People were quite surprised that all the cats came when called by name.

Also got taxes done, finally. Refund is going straight into savings. My goal is to build my savings back up, to at least three months' worth of my income, by the end of August. I don't know if I can do it, but I'm trying. They say you should have six months' worth of your income set aside in case Something Happens, and that makes sense, but I've never actually had that. I don't know a lot of people who do. It almost feels scary, to contemplate having that.

Still wired. My cats are even asleep on me and that's after abandoning the strange new humans in the spare room. (Well, they both seem more fascinated by the boy. K,they know-and love her hair- from previous catsitting. The boy.. Well, both cats stuck their whole heads in his shoes. They were kinda stalkery.) I really want to like this boy, but I'm only managing tolerating. Awkward, but still tolerating another friend's husband 15 years in. Just as much who I am as they are.

I vacuum and mop every other week. It's the only way I can keep the fur in check. It leads to secondary cleaning. But my windows got filthy this winter (I blame blowing snow) and I don't wanna talk about dusting and clutter. But bygod, I will have clean floors.

Dusting . . . that's where you blow the fluff off the top of the books when you pull them off the shelf, right?

Ok, think I'm wound down enough for bed.

As an aside, the favors at the shower were old teacups and saucers (and biscuits and tea. S's dad was British and they'll be honeymooning in London.) I scored a mismatched (well, teacups and saucers match) set of 4 from folks who don't want the Stuff, but I'm charmed by them. Not collecting, but I'll have my four set. Not that I do tea often, but still. They're pretty and delicate and so at home in my house.

2am and I'm still awake. Crap. I'm gonna take drugs and go to bed. Anon, my peeps.

3am and I'm still at the dance. Awake but my feet hurt and trying to decide if I should save energy for tomorrow, or try to dance and enjoy while folks are here (dancing sunday daytime is not as fun because daytime and because everyone is Done)

If only I had posted right when I got up! 7am and up and at em! Now dressed and breakfasted and ready for church.

I take em to the field where someone put a bag holder

I should see if I can rig something up at the park across the street from my house. Too many people seem to "forget" to bring pet bags.

Happy Easter to those that celebrate. May there be chocolate and pretty eggs and stuff. I have to go grocery shopping this morning to make dinner later.