Cloudy with a Chance of WHAT!?!

The kids decided to watch Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs today. Jackson was walking up the stairs telling what they decided on. His face lit up and he turned around. "Mom! Mom! Look! This is really funny." I should have known not to listen but what can a Mom do. He proceed to tell me... "we are watching 'Cloudy with a Chance of Meat MY balls" and laughed hysterically as he grabbed himself. THAT is Sean's kid!

The mess is here to stay

As anyone who has stopped by my house unannounced (and often even announced) can attest to, housecleaning is not my forte. In fact, it isn't even my weakness. It is my nothing.
Now, a lot of women talk about their messy houses. And I have seen these "messes". Typically they make me want to cry. It looks like my house the day before I move in. Everything is neat and tidy... with three teeny, tiny bread crumbs... perhaps the last speck of goldfish sitting on the counter that was just wiped off. My house doesn't look that good on our "clean" moments (I won't even pretend we have a whole day where the house is clean).
So today I am faced with a dilemma. We are having company tonight for dinner. They are really great people. My husband works with the husband. The wife and I met at the Christmas Party this year and hit it off. I enjoyed talking to her all evening. I am very much looking forward to their conversation tonight.... except now I have invited another woman into my house. I mentioned before that I don't know her well, which of course, automatically makes me a little nervous about the condition of my pit. Add to that, she works outside the home, has high school aged kids, and does theater. Oh, and ALWAYS looks put together. That is kind of my exact opposite. I stay home with my young children, have zero artistic talent, and am NEVER put together (hell, I haven't even showered yet and it is 2pm). Oh, and I am making dinner. Dinner is just pizza tonight. That sounds simple enough. But wait. I make my own crust for pizza night. And my own pizza sauce. And my own bbq sauce for the chicken pizza. Which means I could end up the dirty, messy house, food sucks, weird wife of the great guy.
*sigh* I am never inviting company over again.

Let me just start by saying I love my children. With my whole heart adore them. Can't imagine life without them... blah, blah. blah.
And some days I REALLY adore my children... like beyond comprehension... when they are sleeping.
Like tonight.
It is a hide in the corner so if someone gets out of bed again, they can't find me night. It is also, of course, the night that hubby has gone to work out. At the boot camp that I signed him up for. Sooo, I can't even be mad at him for being gone. I lose.
The kids have been crazy all evening. And they don't want to sleep now. I want them to sleep. They find this hysterical. I want to cry and then go crazy Mommy on them. They think crazy Mommy is fun. I get crazy Mommy is fun to bring out when your friends are over and you can laugh and compare notes about whose Mom is more certifiable.
But no one is here tonight.
Can't you just give me some peace? Let me watch my documentaries that I can't watch when Daddy is home?
Please?
Let me adore your sweet sleeping face and be anxious for you to wake up in the morning? No?
Damn. I double lose.