I do love to host but the level of enjoyment depends on the guests, most are a joy, they relax, they muck in and we have fun. Some not so much, they relax too much and I feel like waiter/chambermaid, talk only about themselves and stay too long. One is a nightmare who has fragile newly polished fingernails so can't possibly clear a plate away but can certainly pour the wine.
I try to be an appreciative and helpful guest and am invited back so can't be too bad. I did once visit the cousin with the fragile nails, bed linen had clearly been slept in which I discovered after removing the fifteen cushions from the bed. Bedside lamps didn't work and I was expected to cook all the meals, left the next day and never went back.