Lest you think I’m just crazy, let me tell you why I always try to convince road-tripping friends to stay a spell at mi casa.
Overnight Guests are Awesome Because:
1.) The fun doesn’t end.
No more being in the middle of a good game of Settlers and realizing it’s 11pm and–boo–everyone has to leave.
When they’re staying the night, it’s pretty much a party that doesn’t stop.
(Admittedly, in this season of life, my definition of a party is good snacks, fun people, and board games).
2.) You can have uninterrupted conversation with other adults.
Provided, of course, that the children go to sleep.
But at least so far, the odds have been in our favor in this department. At least enough that we’re able to have a decent chunks of uninterrupted hang out time.
3.) You get to have breakfast, the best meal of the day, with friends.
In my mind, the only thing better than breakfast is brunch. Or second breakfast.
(Are the two actually synonymous? Discuss).
But pretty much the only time I get to share my favorite meal with friends is when they’ve slept over.
4.) You get to pretend to run a B & B without the commitment of actually running a B & B.
Does anyone else think it’s just so much fun to set up a guest space and make things cozy for company?
5.) You get a crash course in imperfect being a-ok.
For me, the best way to beat my perfectionist tendencies into submission is to intentionally walk in imperfection.
Example: Hosting a friend overnight in the midst of crazy pet drama. Terrifying? Yes. But the fact that she was still blessed by the (definitely imperfect) experience gives me courage to invite people into our messy life more often.
On the flip side, we recently stayed overnight at our friends’ home. Unbeknownst to us (until we arrived), they were also hosting their daughter, son-in-law, and two grand-kids. But they simply gave us their bedroom and bathroom while they slept on the sofa bed.
They could have told us no on sleeping over—which would have been understandable. They could have just put us on the sofa bed—which would have been totally fine.
Instead, they were flexible and gave us their best.
That’s the way I want to be—even when there’s discomfort or imperfection freaks me out. And anyway, it often seems that walking into discomfort is when great stuff happens.
Do you enjoy having overnight guests? Why/why not?