Well, well, well...what have we here, my pretty?
What we have here is a Situation. (Yes, I am saying it JUST LIKE Barney Fife.)
And that situation is named: Every time my husband invites people over, I turn into a crazy woman right beforehand. Once people start arriving, I seem to calm down, and return to my normal, fun-loving self.
But, just beforehand? Certified USDA CRAZY.
Did you read my post on Wednesday where I talked about my cute little spontaneous husband who likes to invite people over? And did you also read the part about inviting 80 people over for BREAKFAST on Friday? No, that's not a typo--it really is e-i-g-h-t-y people.
So, you'll have to excuse me tonight while I act out my CRAZY WOMAN ROUTINE where I ashamedly let Mean Mama out of her room, and fuss at my kids every time I pick up ONE MORE THING they have left lying around the house (oh, and it's a lot, let me tell ya), and I snap at them saying, "Just stop talking to each other if you can't get along. Ya'll just ignore each other."
But, before you call the Mean Mama Police on me, I did snuggle them and kiss them goodnight...and yes, I apologized.
I just walked into my bedroom a little while ago, and found our oldest folding laundry as a surprise to me. I hugged that sweet thing, and told her to go on to bed, I would finish. Seeing my daughter WANT to help me like that just makes it all worthwhile, doesn't it? It just makes all my ranting and raving and frustration just melt away with that one little gesture.
Thank you, God, for these girls--these daughters of my heart--who can stretch me to my very edge of sanity limits...but who also can make me smile wider than any ocean and cry tears of utter thankfulness.
And now...on to apologize to that cute husband of mine...who puts up with USDA Crazy Woman, and loves me still.
