Yesterday, after a fantastic morning of sleeping in and then sprawling on the couch to finish the fourth season of Grey's Anatomy on DVD, Will got an instant message from Bryan's wife asking if they could come up and stay with us for "not very long, but a few days so that Bryan could start job hunting in Portland."  And I? couldn't even think "hey, it isn't the end of the world" before I started bawling.  And I don't mean boo-hoo, I mean, toddler sized "some big kid just pushed me down" bawling. I couldn't even make it out of the computer room to pretend I wasn't having a massive nutty.  I just…burst into tears. Because that's what happens when you've spent a month sucking it up and being nice to everyone and haven't had a full night's sleep since the middle of August and it is a certain time of the month.

I believe my response to this question went something like "but we were supposed to have some time to ourselves I don't want any more company I have so much work to do and can't play tour guide and they'll think I'm rude and we were supposed to watch Heroes together and everything premeires this week and I won't be able to watch any of it if they are here and I don't want any more company and we haven't been able to relax in so long and I can't deal with it anymore and why are we the only place that they can stay and seriously, Bryan knows how rough this month has been why would he even ask and we only wanted to help them out a little why can't they see they're taking advantage of us and I really really really miss spending time with just you and…..wait….isn't Bryan's wife allergic to cats?"

Problem temporarily solved.  Thank goodness.  Of course, now that I have posted this they will probably show up after all.

Oh and then? Will stayed up until after one o'clock in the morning playing WoW.  I? Tried to go to bed at 11:30 but couldn't fall asleep because Will kept promising to come to bed "in just a little bit."  My mood this morning? Is not so hot.

Also, my brain is currently fighting the: "I need to talk about this friend's job hunt and how it will directly affect my life and my home but talking about it would mean talking about someone else's problems on my blog and that is just not cool" battle.

Maybe Will is right.  Maybe I should go back to bed for a couple of hours.