I rarely entertain large groups of individuals unless it is a special occasion. The reason being is that I don’t enjoy the cage match with my Martha Stewart personality. Today, we are hosting Bryce’s graduation party. Ordinarily I would have it catered by one company who would take care of the details but my son decided the menu, so it oozes a high class fraternity party. Nacho bar, Jimmy John’s sandwiches, and dessert will be offered. So, yesterday, because my Martha Stewart personality took over, I was thinking about the different sides I should be serving while perusing Pinterest for centerpiece ideas. The ideas spiraled out of control to the point that I was caught talking to myself in the grocery store. Now I talk to myself openly all of the time because I have amazing conversations with myself, but I usually don’t get caught doing it. At that moment I knew I needed to pull myself together.
If it wasn’t the menu, it was the state of my house. Of course, I adore my home, but with pets and smelly men, sometimes this place resembles a bachelor pad located in a pet shelter. My agenda this morning is to vacuum and Febreze. But then, when the wheels in my brain stop going round and round, I remember that nobody cares if my house isn’t perfect. Nobody cares what is served to eat. Nobody cares if it rains. Everyone is here to celebrate Bryce. That is the primary purpose. When I think about it in those terms and simplify the tasks at hand, I exhale. My mantra is KISS – keep it simply, stupid. Left to my own devices this party would end up with a Ferris wheel and a car full of Oompa Loompas.
Realizing that all is well and that it isn’t my job to make sure everyone has a good time. That is totally up to them. I am not the cruise director. I am simply the hostess. Once I shift my perception then I can relax and enjoy the celebration. Although a car full of Oompas Loompas would definitely be an interesting addition.