Visiting hours are over

Sorry no one is home.

It’s finally happened I am so over this. I am bored, restless and tired of waiting.

I have run out of things to do and I have far too much time to sit and ponder which leads to me stressing out and feeling quite anxious about impending motherhood.

My insomnia has also returned with a vengeance – yippee!

But I digress this post isn’t meant to be me having a whine, what I want to discuss today is visitors.

There are two things which really irk me – people who don’t RSVP and drop-in/surprise visitors. These people are usually one and the same.

They sh*t me to tears.

I like routine, structure and to be organised. If I am having a party I want to know how many people are coming so I can organise the right amount of food and drink yet so many of my friends can’t seem to grasp this simple concept. So I end up sending out a text after the RSVP date has passed asking if they are attending. Nine times out of 10 their answer is yes. SO WHY DIDN’T YOU RSVP?! It does my head in. I am not looking forward to sending out our wedding invites that’s for sure.

Drop in/surprise visitors always seem to drop in at inappropriate times – such as on a Sunday or after work. It’s not that I don’t like having visitors it’s the fact they’ve thought it’s okay to simply show up without warning. What if I’m still in my pyjamas or about to head out? What if we can’t offer them an ice-cold beer or cup of coffee? What if I can’t be bothered entertaining? Send a text, make a phone call – don’t just show up out of the blue.

By now you’re probably wondering where the hell I am going with this.

With baby Predator arriving any day now I have been thinking about what will happen when we arrive home from hospital and the one thing which fills me with dread is visitors.

I know, I’m a horrible person. I should be pleased so many people will be wanting to meet our mini-human but I know once I am home all I’ll want to do is be left alone for at least a couple of weeks while I find my feet. The last thing I want is people dropping in.

It’s going to be difficult – The Boy has family coming over from New Zealand as Predator’s birth coincides with his younger brother’s 21st birthday. I don’t want to be rude or unappreciative but how do I let people know visiting hours are over?

I am sure I will be stressed out enough as it is without having to worry about entertaining people, making sure the house is tidy and having a well-stocked fridge and pantry.

So far the only solution I have come up with is the old ‘nobody is home’ trick. In other words I won’t be answering the door. Hopefully most people will be courteous and phone first so that way I can assess the situation and go from there.

Mums how have you coped with visitors? Am I being unreasonable? Leave me a comment below.

Update: My dear friend and fellow blogger The Wry Bride just sent me this – Etiquette for Visiting a Newborn Baby – perfect and I couldn’t have said it better myself.