The big party

I've been so busy lately that I haven't had the option of sitting and dwelling on it. I'm hosting an 85th birthday party for my grandmother on Sunday so I'm a bit stressed about getting the house ready, etc. I'm not the best housekeeper. My house is always cluttered and five layers of dust on the endtables (under all the books and papers) doesn't bother me at all. But for some reason, when people come to visit I panic and feel that I need to clean it all up.

Yesterday I had an appointment for accupuncture and chiropractic. When I came out of the office I ran into Sprout's mom. We got talking and I mentioned that I was trying desperately to get my house clean. She said that she figures that if she's happy with how her house looks, then if others don't like it, they don't have to come and visit. Good point!!

I really want to be there with all of this... I want to just say to hell with it, but I know that I"m going to hit publish on this post and then go start scrubbing floors and tackling laundry. *sigh* Maybe one day I'll be more ok with my messiness, but today is not the day.

To top it off, my grandmother isn't feeling well. She couldn't eat last weekend and has been unable to really sleep. She finally went to the doctor who took blood and told her to get an ECG done. She did and then he called her up yesterday and told her that she needed to get another one done early next week. He won't say what he thinks it is, but it has me worried. She's been able to eat for the past few days but she says that even sleep isn't helping to give her more energy.

She's 85, so anything that makes her feel this way worries me. I'm going to pick her up tomorrow to bring her here for her party. I gave her the option of rescheduling, but thinks it might be good for her to see everyone, so the party is a go. I just hope it doesn't wear her down too much.