It’s 7.45 and my out of town guests arrive at 10pm. Four of them, a family of four, my goodness. I should be making beds, but I’m posting.
They will stay until Monday, at which point I will do laundry and dishes, and generally bring the house back into order.
Tuesday at 6am the caterer will arrive, at 9am approximately 25 women will arrive, with children. Yes, toddlers in my house. My clean house, my orderly house, my house full of choking hazards, electical outlets, unsecured televisions and multiple drowning opportunities.
My nerves are shot.
It gets worse though, the evites are pouring in with responses like “looking forward to commiserating….” Uh. Oh shit! You see, I voted for Obama. I’m looking forward to W slinking back to his ranch.
I sure hope the party doesn’t turn into a wake.
Will there be mimosas or should I bring makings? Also, I might not be wearing pants but I’ll dress in sharp pointy objects that will not be childsafe to take the heat off you. I’m good like that.
(I will not be commiserating. Unless I spill a mimosa.)
I’d party with you. And we are undaunted by choking hazards.
A party is always fun – especially if it involves the aforementioned mimosas. ENJOY.