Leave The Party Planning To Me
Remember when you were young and you thought your mom was a crazy person? When your parents were having people over for dinner or preparing food for a family reunion and your mom turned into momzilla? For some reason, two hours before the event the grout between the tiles had to be scrubbed, the base of the toilet which no one ever bothered cleaning had to be spotless, and the multi-colored carpeted stairs had to be vacuumed. Her crazy hormones surged like clock-work on the eve of any major get together at your house. Mom somehow turned into a frantic queen bee, buzzing around the house and stinging any person that didn't obey directions fast enough. You rolled your eyes as you vacuumed the crusty stairs and whispered to yourself, "I am NEVER going to be that nuts."
And then you turned 26.
And you realized that while you love having people over for dinner and parties, sometimes these little events can make you a little nutty.
A few weeks ago Blair said to me on a Friday night, let's have so and so over for a BBQ on Saturday. Ok I said. Sounds like fun. A little BBQ with two other couples. No biggie.
But then we went to an S.O. function on Saturday afternoon and Blair unbeknownst to me proceeded to invite anything with a pulse to our house for the BBQ. Two hours before the BBQ, Blair informed me that instead of four people we were now having eighteen people over for dinner...
And that's when I became my mother.
I started flying around the house like a psych-ward patient, ripping open the cupboards, and screeching that we didn't have nearly enough food to feed all of these people. I started making beds, cleaning toilets, and sweeping the floors. Somewhere in the middle I had an emotional breakdown and told Blair that inviting fourteen extra people without my knowing was against the marital rules of engagement.
What Blair did next wasn't cute at the time...
In fact it infuriated me...
But now it makes me laugh.
He opened the cupboard, pulled out four packs of Ramen Noodles, and said "It's ok. We'll just cook up some of these."
And that's when I almost killed him.
In the end, we had more than enough food. All of the wives showed up having made their own side dishes, and we made a quick run to the store. Blair made me laugh about the situation thirty minutes before everyone arrived and I apologized for being such a ninny. The funniest part was when my friend showed up with instant mashed potatoes and apologized for her lack of fanciness. She then proceeded to tell me that her husband failed to inform her about the BBQ until an hour beforehand and HE suggested that they bring ramen noodles as a side dish. haha!
I realized that this is the reason I got married. Because I need someone to keep me grounded. I need someone to help me realize that Martha Stewart isn't coming for dinner, and no one really cares if we eat gourmet lasagna or ramen noodles for dinner. I'm grateful that he hugs me and makes me laugh. I'm grateful that he's patient with my queen bee orders and runs to the store for those last-minute items.
I love you, Blair.
But in the future, just leave the party planning up to me. Thanks.
And then you turned 26.
And you realized that while you love having people over for dinner and parties, sometimes these little events can make you a little nutty.
A few weeks ago Blair said to me on a Friday night, let's have so and so over for a BBQ on Saturday. Ok I said. Sounds like fun. A little BBQ with two other couples. No biggie.
But then we went to an S.O. function on Saturday afternoon and Blair unbeknownst to me proceeded to invite anything with a pulse to our house for the BBQ. Two hours before the BBQ, Blair informed me that instead of four people we were now having eighteen people over for dinner...
And that's when I became my mother.
I started flying around the house like a psych-ward patient, ripping open the cupboards, and screeching that we didn't have nearly enough food to feed all of these people. I started making beds, cleaning toilets, and sweeping the floors. Somewhere in the middle I had an emotional breakdown and told Blair that inviting fourteen extra people without my knowing was against the marital rules of engagement.
What Blair did next wasn't cute at the time...
In fact it infuriated me...
But now it makes me laugh.
He opened the cupboard, pulled out four packs of Ramen Noodles, and said "It's ok. We'll just cook up some of these."
And that's when I almost killed him.
In the end, we had more than enough food. All of the wives showed up having made their own side dishes, and we made a quick run to the store. Blair made me laugh about the situation thirty minutes before everyone arrived and I apologized for being such a ninny. The funniest part was when my friend showed up with instant mashed potatoes and apologized for her lack of fanciness. She then proceeded to tell me that her husband failed to inform her about the BBQ until an hour beforehand and HE suggested that they bring ramen noodles as a side dish. haha!
I realized that this is the reason I got married. Because I need someone to keep me grounded. I need someone to help me realize that Martha Stewart isn't coming for dinner, and no one really cares if we eat gourmet lasagna or ramen noodles for dinner. I'm grateful that he hugs me and makes me laugh. I'm grateful that he's patient with my queen bee orders and runs to the store for those last-minute items.
I love you, Blair.
But in the future, just leave the party planning up to me. Thanks.
Comments
wish we were there to come to your party :(
And that's SO a boy to suggest Ramen noodles when entertaining.
In the end I'm always glad we did...I suppose.