On the way to the hospital yesterday, Tate suggested we have some folks from work over for dinner.
We were on the way to the hospital and he was suggesting we host a dinner party?
Let’s see what’s wrong with this.
We were on the way to the hospital. Because our baby cries all the time. It’s possible that we wouldn’t make the best hosts seeing as we have a baby who cries. All. The. Time. And it’s worse in the evenings…when you usually host dinner parties.
And this crying baby? She’s making it near impossible to keep a neat house. Dog hair, dust, toys, bits of paper, stuffed animals, shoes, laundry piles….surround me. The bathrooms, they haven’t been cleaned in weeks. We live in a literal pig sty.
Then there’s the sudden weeping. My lack of clothes that fit due to my post-pregnancy body.
Oh yeah, I haven’t cooked a meal in weeks unless it can microwaved or comes out of a can. I can’t eat dairy. And I’m supposed to cook a meal for other people to come over to my loud, pig sty home and eat?
I also have a need to overachieve. If we have people over, I would want everything to be perfect. I have fantasies straight out of the 1950′s of the perfect dinner party. Standing rib roast, caramelized brussel sprouts, herbed mashed potatoes and pie for dessert. Cloth napkins, beautiful place settings, complete with name cards on my lovely table decorated to perfection. Cocktails in high ball glasses and Frank Sinatra playing in the background. Great conversation.
I have nothing to talk about right now except acid reflux and crying.
So maybe right now isn’t the best time to host a dinner party.
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