This weekend

Ken's coming on Friday with his kids. We haven't told my kids. We're gonna surprise them. They've been at their dad's since Sunday morning so it's been pretty quiet around here. They'll be home tonight though. (There goes the peace...lol)

Tonight, while I was visiting teaching, I was telling the lady I visit that I need to get my house all cleaned and organized before Friday. She wanted to know why, she reminded me it'll just be all crazy and unorganized as soon as they get here with eight of us in this house. She said I should wait until after they go home and clean up then. I know that's totally logical thinking and I wish I could do it, but it's one of those crazy woman guilt things. I'd feel crappy if Ken came home and the floor wasn't mopped and the house wasn't all cleaned. Maybe that should be a new goal (lol) to not care if my house is a mess when Ken comes :)