Maybe it’s the holiday’s, but this past month my home has been filled with numerous visitors and frankly, I’m exhausted. I think it may be because I’ve been hit with the unexpected guest. They simply ring my doorbell and ask to come in. No warning, no phone call, just a buzz of the doorbell to announce their arrival.
Now, I don’t know about you, but I need the warning phone call. I desperately want the warning phone call, even if its ten minutes before arrival because I need that time to clean my place. At the very least it’ll give me enough time to pick up the big chunks. So just call or better yet, text and ask if it’s a convenient time to come over. If it’s too inconvenient to do that, ask yourself if you’re too caught up in your own life that you don’t realize that other people have lives of their own. Makes you wonder, eh?
Don’t get me wrong, I like visits, but I need some advance notice here.
Which brings me to this: is showing up at ones doorstep the new, modern thing to do? I hope not. I don’t think I can handle the added stress.
The truth is that I like entertaining. I like putting out hors d’oeuvres on nice dishes and making drinks and having interesting conversations, but if I’m not given the advanced notice I need, then I can’t plan properly and that makes me frantic. Frankly, it robs me of providing the excellent hospitality I am known for and that’s just not cool. So please, call first.
How do you all handle unexpected guests?
