1 pile of laundry, waiting to be put away,
2 sleeping children, had a busy day,
3 little baby dolls, sitting by the door,
4 dirty coffee mugs, lined up on the floor,
5 wooden puzzle pieces on a plastic plate,
6 borrowed books to read, thank you they'll be great!
7 guests have gone back home, in their big white bus
8; I forgot the guinea pig, hope he doesn't fuss!
9 is the time that I plan to go to bed
10 times I thank my guests for all they've done and said.
Doggerel I know, but my mind does silly things when I'm tired.
As a follow on from yesterday's perfect hostess post I thought I'd add something.
The perfect hostess has a guest bedroom. Or several. I on the other hand have a lilo with a slow leak, and leave my guests to spend the night on a cold hard floor. Sorry folks! Hope you aren't too stiff this morning. Oh, and the perfect hostess provides a peaceful and calm atmosphere, conducive to sleep. I supply a screaming sobbing fitting child, and a mother muttering imprecations under her breath as she stumbles through the house in the wee small hours searching for medications.
A good weekend (for us at any rate! I hope so for you too). And just the distraction I needed before Little Fish's surgery later this week.