My Little Life

We are DOWN to the wire, folks. Like "running into home and your pants begin to foam" down to the wire. Party. In two day. DOS days. 1. 2. Days. DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH STUFF I NEED TO GET DONE???????? Also of note: Do not plan a remodel to begin promptly after your last party guest leaves because: WHICH EVENT DO I FOCUS ON?! Holy moly. I've got taco meat to make, photo boards to finish, condiments to buy, bars to bake, nooks and crannies to clean, playoff games to make, Little League practices to forget (which I have done...too many times than I want to admit) and there are only so many hours in the day. Several of those hours which require me to be fast asleep lest I turn into an angry monster that bites people's heads off because I didn't get enough sleep. Forget "beauty" sleep...I need "nice" sleep. Although...beauty sleep could be seen as a "need" as well. And if we're speaking of "needs"...I also need an...

In less than one month, I will open my home to oodles of people in honor of my biggest boy's graduation from high school. While that all sounds highly thrilling and unbelievably exciting I've gotta level with you: A party planner I am NOT. I mean...how do you plan for food? How do know how many people will come to your "Open House"? Will anyone come? Will they ALL come? Who even invented open houses, anyway?  And, HAVE YOU SEEN PINTEREST? I mean COME ON. Why's there always gotta be a mom out there who "out moms" us all and makes the rest of us mere mortals look like total schleps? Do we all have to eat off tin plates and sit on straw bales whilst we sip from apropos colored paper straws stuck in kitschy cute mason jar mugs? What happened to the respect for the Solo cup? Did it die with What's-His-Name's catchy song? I mean, Red Solo cup, I WILL lift you up...and then I'll promptly toss you in the trash and throw you to the curb, a...