I have learned a few things by being a host to a german student.
~Being clean all the time is so tiring
~It is an impossible task to have a clean sink. Once the dishes are washed, dirty dishes magically appear out of nowhere to fill in the empty space.
~same with dirty clothes. Spending hours washing and folding laundry is a meaningless task. By the end of the day, more clothes will appear in the hamper. Or, if you will, on the floors of bedrooms.
~My darling son, the light of my life, fruit of my womb, is a SLOB. A heart of gold but heaven forbid he'd pick up and dispose of a soda can.
~Did I mention how tired I am? If I could only close my eyes for a day or two, I'm sure I'd be okay.
~Cooking for the german student seems a waste of energy and supplies. She does not seem to eat meals here. Only out. Baking, on the other hand is highly encouraged. I believe she may be the only exchange student EVER that will gain weight during her stay. This will only perpetuate the fat american belief. I am innocent. Sure! I fed her fried food one night. She loved it. But she loves chocolate even more. She is scheming a way to bring Dunkin' Donuts home with her. I asked her if the ones she liked were the ones with the chocoate on the top or chocolate all over. She said YES. Chocolate anywhere.
Okay.
~My family can be charming when they want to be. I hardly recognize any of them! Who ARE these people? They are all carrying on intelligent conversations, asking appropriate questions, being interested in another person's life. They are witty, fun, smart. I wonder what will happen when I try to discuss something with them post Charlotte.
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Here we are at Woodman's on Thursday. Fun was had by all!

L to R
Bethany, her friend Meg, Charlotte and Me, wearing buffalo brownski everyday cardigan. I am taking the EVERYDAY as a personal challenge. Seriously, though, it makes the perfect jacket for this cool spring weather. Perfect. Should be called the Everyday Perfect Cardigan.
Must sleep now.