It's starting to sink in that I have more than 40 people coming over on Saturday and I really haven't done much to prepare.
I always have our big parties outside because our house is way too small to accommodate more than four or five guests. That means I need to weed my flower beds, clean off the deck and patio and hose down the outdoor furniture. People will come into the house no matter what, so I have to at least have every publicly-viewable surface cleaned off, clear a path to the half bathroom in the junk room we call a guest room, and make our bed.
Then there's the shopping. I'm springing for hot dogs, hamburgers, buns, plates, charcoal, a case of soft drinks and a case of beer. After that it's all potluck, so let's hope I don't end up with 20 bags of chips and nothing more. I've learned from experience that people will bring beer even when I clearly state on the invitation that I'm getting kegs, so I just don't bother to spend a lot on it anymore. I've returned too many half-full kegs and it breaks my heart.
My cleaning lady is coming over today to deal with the worst of the grime. She was just here a week ago Tuesday, but we can't keep our house clean for even a week with three cats and two human slobs in residence. The studio: too messy to bother with. The door stays locked (unless my husband wants to tackle it).
I don't have any free evenings between now and the party, but fortunately we scheduled it to begin at 4 p.m. I don't want to exhaust myself that morning and afternoon, but I should have enough cushion to shop, set up and take a break before people arrive. I hope.
It it wrong that I'm already looking forward to sleeping in on Sunday?