OK. I admit I’m not the most gracious host when I comes to having company. I’m at a stage in my life where I don’t enjoy cooking or baking. I have a lot of things around that I want ‘just so.’ When you get to be this age, you don’t like change. Let me rephrase that. When I get to be my age, I don’t like change.

Mikele does everything she could possibly do to keep the house tidy and things running smoothly. She really does. I appreciate that so much. Easton is like a little adorable pin ball heading from one thing to the next at the speed of light! Logan pitches in and helps with lots of things — dishes, cleaning up.

So, how come I get so grumpy?

Wait, I know. It’s because I can’t stand wrestling in the house. That makes me madder than anything I can think of. I can’t stand the in-your-face-lady total disrespect and disregard for my things. I can’t stand the bumping into and knocking over of things. I can’t stand the yelling and the eventual outcome of someone usually getting hurt. I just can’t stand it.

So, when I tell them to stop it and they don’t, I am flaming mad.

And, then they expect me to get all nicey and get over it.

Why? So, of course, they can do it again next time. [Oh, Mom, I totally forgot you hate this and have told me every time since I was twelve years old to not wrestle in the house . . .]

Still, not over it.

Totally ticked that anyone would think it’s OK to do that in my house. IT’S NOT OK!

OK. NOW I’m over it.