Anonymous wrote:When you are wearing your Grumpy Pants (shout out to Crankypats if she is still here), and you just want to curl up with a book/magazine, but instead you are hosting a last minute dinner with dear friends, how do you rally? We also have an infant, who will need the usual bed time routine that lasts from 5:30-7 (which includes her dinner). I will be getting home at 5. Husband said he will tidy up before I get home (working from home today).
And, as we are both working parents, husband has been traveling all week, the place is a mess. And, we recently moved, so we don't have all our furniture yet.
I would love to be a charming, gracious hostess (and I know I can be). I just need some sleep and hair that doesn't look like hell.
Personally, I write over the top sunshiny reinterpretations of people's gripes...but that's just me - Crankypants.
So, just for you (albeit probably too late for your pre-dinner party needs), here goes - and please bear with me, as I am quite out of practice:
Ah, an impromptu dinner party! What a glorious opportunity to display to your dear friends your amazing ability to feed, entertain, and send off to happy slumber those of the human species, both small and large. (Preferably the guests will return to their own homes for the slumber part.) The "mess" that is your home is merely a manifestation of the wonderful fullness of your life (a clean house is easy with no kids, no spouse, and an extra 40 work-free hours a week). No furniture? Room to throw back your head and laugh! (Not to mention that it really opens up a room.) Lack of sleep and hair that looks like hell are, of course, hallmarks of your amazing accomplishments - bringing a child into this world, bringing home the bacon, and bringing together two people to form a marriage. Not too shabby.
Consider serving your guests a new specialty drink: the Fantabulous, named after its creator - you.
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