I have 6 people (from two different families) coming to stay this weekend and am hosting a pizza party for 40 on Saturday night.** Why is it that I am more compulsive about cleaning my house for people who have never been here before than I am for people who are over all the time? Maybe it's because I start looking at my house with new eyes and think, "I live like this?!?"
Oh, and I got to talk to M. on the phone yesterday! The team was all at the Orlando airport waiting for their first flight and each person was taking a turn calling family. It was, of course, one of the times I was out yesterday, but for once I actually answered my cell phone. It was so good to talk with her. She sounded wonderful and was very excited about actually heading off to Samoa. (Where she should be by now.)
**Some of the families who adopted from Vietnam through our agency (Holt) are having a reunion weekend of sorts in Chicago. (Can you reunite with people you've never met in real life?) I will be getting to meet people in person whom up until this time I've only communicated with by email. It should be a lot of fun. Plus, my book club friend will be coming and is part of the group staying at my house.