So, I am having a party in less than an hour. It is actually a cocktail hour (or three) to precede a fundraiser that my friends are attending.
I love entertaining. I love my friends. I love having parties.
Except, in the hours leading up to the party my mind is a mess.
Suddenly, the house that I love to come home to every single day, is not good enough, and definitely not clean enough.
Suddenly, the wine that is good enough for me to drink, and is affordable enough for me to drink, isn’t good enough.
Suddenly, the food I am going to serve isn’t good enough.
Why do I do this to myself?
But then, I know…the guests start coming, the laughter starts, the drinks are a flowing, and I forget all of these things.
But for right now…I am freaking out.
Gotta go vacuum….