The husband and I actually love to entertain. We have gotten into a really nice groove, have developed quite a good system. We have people over and parties year round. December, however, is kind of full, because not only do we have the shindig, but we also have Christmas here and the husband's birthday and the girl likes to have friends over for a cookie decorating party.
This, I know, is not as much as most people do.
But this year, I'm coming off a horrible 3 month-long bout with bronchitis and this past week, the husband got sick and got me sick and we're both working [especially the husband, who works at minimum, 16 hour days, 7 days a week from the beginning of November until the week of Christmas] and so now?
Now we are sick. And tired.
We have no decorations up.
We can't even GET to the decorations because of the Star Wars-type garbage room that is the center of the cedar closet:
|Seriously. This is what it's like. I lost a slipper the last time I was in there. A SLIPPER WAS YANKED OFF MY FOOT BY SOME UNKNOWN MONSTER IN MY CEDAR CLOSET.|
And at least I picked up some cute napkins already. And got a bunch more fancy champagne glasses from my mom.
So I guess we're having a party.