Thursday, December 13, 2007



Why, why in a fit of insanity during a relatively calm stretch of November did I agree to host the Christmas "Thank You" party for our church office volunteers at my house this afternoon??

Why did I forget that my spouse would be away at his Annual Big Meeting for People who Sell the Same Stuff he Sells ALL this week-- meaning that I'd be holding the bag for all household chores and kid schlepping during the days leading up to this event?

Why didn't you all remind me that if you are The Worst Housekeeper in the World and a Mom and a Pastor you don't volunteer to let ANYONE into your house during Advent?


Update: And WHY did the office volunteer who is here now just say to one of the deacons passing through, "Are you going to the party at Pastor Rebel's later?"
"What party?" asks Ms. Deacon.
"The one for church volunteers!"

NO NO NO! Church OFFICE volunteers, just the dozen or so of you who help out in the office on weekdays. NOT all the volunteers--'cause that would be, like--everybody? Now Ms. Deacon will think I left her out on purpose. How festive!


more cows than people said...

i thought i was the worst housekeeper in the world.

your scenario sounds dreadfully stressful. hope you find some grace in it.


Presbyterian Gal said...

Who are the Christams? ;)

You can do it. That's what closets and under beds are for! Children can heat up Smart and Final frozen hors d'oeuvres in the microwave. And the cats are perfect party ice breakers.

Plus you will now have a great excuse for a spa day afterward!! (in your spare time....haha)


Songbird said...

No, no. That would be me.
I feel your pain. It will be over soon.

Anonymous said...

dark lighting, I tell you, dark lighting. PPB

zorra said...


I wish I were there to help you throw stuff into closets and under the bed. I'm an expert.

This too shall pass.

Word verification: wugts.
I can't decide whether that's a description of mood, an expression of exasperation, or a new name for the stuff under the bed.