Couch guilt

After the busiest weekend of my summer, you can find me on my couch. But I'm not so happy about it.

We just hosted 30 of our friends for a cookout with great food, drink and lots and lots of laughing. And staying up until 2 a.m. playing Trivial Pursuit and Outburst.

So needless to say, I'm dragging a bit today. But I have extra towels and sheets from our overnight guests on top of our own mountain of laundry, dishes that need washed and put away, extra chairs in the dining room and floors that are showing the signs of 30 people coming in and out.

Don't get me wrong, I had fun and it was totally worth it. But the aftermath will drive me nuts until the house is put back together. For years, my mother and grandmother told me I couldn't relax until things were put away. It kills me to sit down after dinner before the dishes are done. Old habits die hard.

But I don't feel like cleaning. And I couldn't get anything done in peace anyway with two overtired cranky kiddos.

So here I sit, curled up under a blanket and guilt. At least it's warm.