40 Minutes Of My Life I'll Never Get Back

Cocaine Princess here.

On Saturday we had friends (husband and wife) drop by. They live approximately 4 hours away so it was expected they’d be spending the night. Sister and I assumed they would be leaving sometime later on Sunday.
 
Guess what? We were wrong because as I write this post the couple is still here. I don't mind having house-guests provided we’re given some notice. Perhaps the fault lies with us (and when I mean us I really mean my sister) for not asking if they were only staying for the weekend? Neither of us have asked when they plan on going home. We don't want them to think they're not welcomed and besides how would one even go about it without making them feel self conscious?

When you know someone’s coming over for a few days you make changes to your schedule and cancel plans to accommodate your guests but when it's totally unexpected it kind of throws your whole schedule off. Sister said it wasn’t possible for her to take time off without any warning unless it was an emergency. Apparently the situation that was occurring in our home didn’t qualify as a time off emergency. I mentioned she may want to bring it up at the next board meeting. She’s gone by 8:30am and returns around 4:00pm which leaves them in my care during the day. Although this was one of my slow weeks that didn’t mean I didn’t have anything planned because I did and needed to shuffle things around. One night I cornered sister and inquired, “how long do you think they’re planning on staying” “I don't know. I guess when they're ready to leave they will” she replied. “What the hell does that mean? What do they think this is, a hotel?” I asked.  

Hmm, in someway it is like a hotel.

Room & Daily Maid Service:
Our housekeeper who drops by 1-2x a week has been here everyday. They’re staying in our lovely guest room where their sheets are changed and their room is cleaned daily and they have access to the Jacuzzi in the master bathroom suite.

Fully Cooked Meals:
Their stomachs are being filled quite nicely with home cooked meals on the days we're not taking them out to eat. The only difference between our house and a hotel is we’re not charging any fee. 

Since sister’s at school I’m the one that’s been left with the task of entertaining them and I don’t have the slightest clue as to why. Technically they’re not even my friends. They’re people I know through sister so I guess you can call them distant acquaintances. Who am I kidding? It’s because I have such a loving and generous heart, that’s why. I also don’t want to come off as being rude. The only time I’ve gotten to myself is in the early mornings when I’m working out with the exception of Wednesday. I was on my way out the door when the husband asked if I was going for a run. My running gear must have tipped him off. He asked if he could join me and I said yes. After 10 minutes he gave up. “Seriously, you’re quitting on me?” I said. I couldn’t really make out his words until he finally caught his breath. He pointed to the Tim Hortons in the parking lot strip mall. “I need a strong cup of coffee. I’ll see you at home.” Poor fellow, for a minute I thought he was going to pass out. By the time I returned home he was sitting at the kitchen table enjoying a hearty breakfast (courtesy of our housekeeper) while reading the paper. I also happened to notice the dozen donuts on the counter. For the sake of my sweet tooth I took a peak inside the box. There were all chocolate glazed.  

The other day the house-guests were dying to see what our little town has to offer. I explained there was nothing much to see which is why I had been taking them into the city and a few of the other nearby places, but they were persistent so of course I obliged. Our downtown is hardly exciting. It’s a well preserved quaint village with several locally owned businesses.  My role went from hostess to walking tour guide. For reasons I’m still not sure of they took a deep interest in our library. They were fascinated by the architecture and kept ooohing and ahhhing while pointing at the roof and the windows before we proceeded inside. OMG we spent 40 minutes in there. 40 minutes of my life I’ll never get back! Only these could be sister’s friends, I thought to myself. None of my friends have any interest in looking through a town’s historical archives let alone stepping foot in a library.

Tomorrow (Saturday) will be the one week mark since their arrival. I think it's safe to assume they’ll be leaving on the weekend. Then again I also assumed they’d be staying for only one night.

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My loyal and dear readers, it’s finally Friday.

Whatever your plans are have a cheeky weekend. ~x

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess