We had company in town for four days and it was fun, but disruptive. That’s pretty much always the case. It’s like life goes on hold for the duration of their visit.
That’s what is weird. You’re having a good time enjoying yourself and the company of the people close to you and you don’t want it to end, but at the same time you can’t wait for them to leave. I guess it’s part of that fantasy world you live in when you’re suspending the crap that really needs to get done (like work or laundry or scooping the cat shit) so you can show them a good time and have a good time yourself.
You know because when they leave fun time is over and it’s back to reality. Just the same your friends know that when they leave they have to do the same damn thing. Not counting the long-ass flight back to wherever they came.
Something to think about.