Saturday I had close to 30 beautiful, southern {but for two} vibrant, non killer women to my house for the Blessings Unlimited Party. Words cannot describe the kind of nervous frenzy I work myself into in the weeks leading up to hosting a group of women. Much less a group of women that I’ve yet to meet in real life. I have no memory of last week. Did my kids eat? Did my husband have clean unmentionables? Did I shower? What year is this?
In my attempt to have a presentable downstairs, complete with a visit from my mom, Mrs. Clean, who cleaned my house for me, the upstairs became a war zone. I think I saw a small fire smoldering in the corner of the play room, maybe a rat or two scurrying about. Tomorrow I’ll show you all the fun, gorgeous photos of the party, downstairs and tell you all about it, but, I had to laugh at myself today as I woke out of my nervous stupor to find rooms in my house, well…