This week I pondered hard what my word of the week should be. Maybe limbo, or interlude, or interim, but no. Interbellum. (Thank you step-dad for the suggestion!)
For those who are not as au fait with Latin as my step-dad, it means ‘between wars.’
This week was a week between visitors; our first September guests left on Sunday, and our next guests arrived this afternoon. It has been a week of cleaning, cooking, baking, changing beds, washing, and trying to catch up on all the things that don’t get done when guests are here.
I thought it was a very apt word of the week for me, because having guests is, though enjoyable, very stressful too. They take a lot out of me, as I’ve said before. I struggle with all the socialising and going out and late nights. I struggle with the change to my routine. It sucks, and it sucks more when I haven’t had enough time to recover completely from one set before the next set arrives. It makes it even harder to enjoy the time with the guests, and I am a little worried that I will be totally wiped out beyond all words when these guests leave.
I love having them, I love seeing them and catching up and going out, but boy is it hard work too!
Send me your spoons, people! Please, send me your spoons!