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…