Great. I just found out that hubbie's ex step sis is in town and is coming for dinner. No warning or advanced notice.
We have no food and the house is a mess (not an exaggeration) and we just came back from an exhausting trip. I never like to 'entertain' anyway and I really don't want to tonight.
My coping skill for this evening will be to come home late, busy myself with laundry and tasks and then declare how fatigued I am - pull the pregnancy card. It's a fricking week night for God's sake.