Our pastor Father Kelly is coming for dinner tomorrow night. He will come have dinner and bless our house. I'm actually quite calm. At least today. I'll probably start to lose it tomorrow as I look out at the front yard, or mud pit. Then the dirty floors that never stay clean no matter how hard I work.
Why do I always feel like hyperventilating at the prospect of someone coming to visit? It doesn't matter!!!! Are they coming to take pictures for Good Housekeeping? No!
Any words of advise on this strange phobia I've developed?
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