Since December 22, aside from a night in between each visitor, we've had constant house guests. This includes both sets of parents and a friend kicking addiction with no other place safe to go.

Nearly two months of other people sharing our little two-bedroom one-bathroom home makes for a lot of laundry and cooking and stress and if anyone comes to stay with us for the next three months at least I think I'll go insane and move into the woodshed.

The thought did occur to me.

The house was blissfully quiet last night when I got home from dance class. We shared the last half of a bottle of red wine and practiced talking to eachother again.