Happy Hump Day, y'all.
I'm crabby today. Whenever people come to visit, we always host them. Cheerfully. Now we're headed to my grandma's party next week, and neither my dad nor my brother have invited us to stay. And they've made plans with us. And I even told them I was in the process of making arrangements, and they were both basically like "Let us know where you're staying!" Grrrrrrr.
I know I shouldn't be entitled, but it stings a little. Maybe they don't feel that they have room. My dad and his wife live in a 3BR ranch, and her 30-something son lives with them. My brother is just him in a 3BR townhouse, but I don't know if his ex got the furniture or whatever when they split. But still, I would even be okay with "I wish you could stay here, except I'm sleeping on a mattress on the floor" or whatever.
Anyway, I have a booking request in to Airbnb, and we're moving on. And then I got to work and half the parking lot was blocked off. Turns out they're repaving it, and our plant manager sent an email at 6:20 last night. So parking this morning was chaos.
Here's hoping things pick up from here. Got my first RSVP for DS's birthday party, so that's something.