Even when I'm an idiot
Over the past few years I have relaxed about a lot of things. Raising four kids will do that to a person. I used to be one up-tight person. It's been a very welcomed relief to be able to gear things down a notch or two. There is however one area where I still tend to be a wound a little tight. That area is having a clean house. I like things to be clean and orderly. I just function better that way. I don't think there's anything wrong with that. I do tend to become a little abnormal though when it comes to having people over to my house. I want things to be exceptionally clean when I know I'm getting company. I'd like to get past this because it makes it hard to actually enjoy company when you're so consumed with having things perfect. I'm working on it. Unfortunately something happened this weekend that has negated any success I've made in this area. Allow me to share the details:
I have a very good memory. I seldom forget things...especially when it involves someone relying on me. I have a group of friends who I greatly enjoy spending time with. Once a month we get together for "movie night". Last month I volunteered to host the January get-together. Someone else was coordinating the details via email. There was a lot of back and forth communication about the time, the food, the directions, etc. In my mind, movie night was the last Saturday in January which is next weekend. Right? The 26th of January. NEXT Saturday night. Clear as can be. WRONG. Jeff and I went to the mall on Saturday. We saw the movie Juno (which was wonderful!) and then did some shopping. I was standing in the middle of my favorite store when my son called. Jeff answered the phone and immediately appeared to be confused. He looked at me and said, "Movie night!” I said, "No, no...That’s next weekend". He said, "Well, there are people at the house right now." It was like time stood still. All of a sudden I realized that I was wrong. The 26th was that day. There were people at my house and not only did I not spending hours and hours cleaning, I wasn't even there. I was an hour away. The house was actually in very good shape but I was still in a panic. I couldn't believe I had been so WRONG. So very, very wrong.
The night ended up working out fine. This is why I like this group of people so much. They are wonderfully kind and exceptionally forgiving. They simply moved the party to someone else's home. Jeff and I flew back to Wellsboro and picked up a lot of food to offer as a peace offering...not that it was needed; it simply helped me feel a little better. They have even agreed to give me another chance to host next month. Imagine that!
I'm not sure what this whole debacle says about me. Maybe I'm getting old and my memory is going? Maybe I didn't want to admit that my son turned 21 on the 21st of January so in my mind the 21st hadn't happened yet? What's more likely is that I needed to be reminded that people can actually like me even when I'm an idiot.




