I think the record for us was eight weekends straight that people stayed at our house - all arranged by the Mrs. And towards the end the people from the early weeks were coming back!!!! WTF

Meant to become sudden best buddies with the husband / boyfriend and be the new uncle to the kids.
And all pretty well did fck all except eat and then wait to get fed again, sit around and ask stupid questions. Drink all your beer and wine, then contribute a six pack of Carlton Mid when all had run out.
Had to make up all sorts of excuses to escape to sister or parent's house. And actually looked forward to getting back to work on Monday morning.
All over now as I gave the spare queensize bed away and wheeled a piano in its place.