20 continuous days of guests: family & friends – often overlapping – plus Airbnb guests mixed in for good measure! Heaven for an extrovert. A holy chaos for this introvert for whom home is sanctuary – a place of order and quiet and beauty in the midst of the frenetic busyness of the world.
I love and value my family and my friends, and don’t even mind a bit of chaos. But I find myself shutting down and internally retreating when I can’t (won’t?)set aside time for myself. I feel responsible to be “on call”. I don’t ask for help stemming the spread of toys and wet clothes into almost every room. I get frustrated if I need to run an errand and discover someone else has borrowed my car (Granted, I did say “Feel free to use it anytime!”).
This is when the toxic stew begins to bubble in my mind. “They’re taking over my house.” “What I need doesn’t matter to anyone else.” “Why does everyone have to leave their crap lying around – and expect me to do the dishes / cook the food / wash the clothes / while they relax and go have coffee?” (Note – I have no idea what anyone was actually thinking because I just kept it all to myself, letting the frustration, hurt and bitterness flavor my stew. And – for the record – they DID help.)