Oh the guilt...

We are going away this weekend to stay with some of my husband's friends. Although I like to go away, I am never a big fan of staying in someone else's house (unless I know the people really well) and this weekend has some more complications:

1. Potty-training...
Now, it is annoying when a 2 1/2 year old constantly wees on your own floor and you have to keep mopping, but it is anxiety inducing when the prospect of it happening at a friend's house with precious carpet (don't know if the carpet is precious, but they are precious about their carpet...) I've ordered some Bright Bots training pants which at least will hold the wee in a bit, but as it goes at the moment, I would have needed at least 20 pants...

2. Vegetarianism
Three veggies on tour! Visiting meat-eaters... oh dear. Do you eat fish? No, I am a vegetarian. Should I feel bad that I refuse to eat animals of any description. (I was told the other day, that a fish is not an animal...). Why do I feel so guilty, I am feeling like I am super complicated, difficult and fussy. Yet, all I do is not eat meat or fish. Seriously, any host should be pleased, how cheap are we to cater for. No need to buy expensive meat, cook us a tomato pasta and we are happy. Don't get me wrong, our friends seem to be super-accommodating, it's me with the issue.

3. Early mornings
Our friends are blessed with two children who like lie-ins. I have a child who likes early-mornings. 5am starts are not uncommon, 6 am is pretty much a given, 7 am is the rare exception and classed as a lie-in. They have lie-ins until 9 am... What do you do when you stay in someone else's house and are up 4 hours before they are... ?

I am looking forward to seeing them nonetheless, despite my anxieties concerning the trip.