Friday I have to work 12 hours, Saturday is my big Post-Thanksgiving Thanksgiving Party.
Right now I should be vacuuming and shampooing the carpets in the piano room, master bedroom and master bath. But I’m listening for O’Baby, who is taking a nap while The Princess takes a math placement test at the JuCo.
Problem: O’Baby has been known to wake up very, very quietly and sneak up the basement stairs before anyone knows he’s awake. So I’m too scared to vacuum or shampoo right now.
Instead I made spaghetti sauce, chatted with Hubby, and blogged. I have to get these carpets done before I go to bed tonight. And I will, but only with help. Luckily, that handsome husband of mine volunteered to assist me, so I’m not too worried about it.
What I am worried about, however, is how I will work the oven schedule for Saturday. I have to make stuffing and a 22-pound turkey, and I can’t get a hold of my friend who is supposed to bake the ham for me. So I’ll probably have to do that too. And I have to make gravy and a vegetable. And wash the floors and straighten up before the guests arrive.
I’m starting to stress. I know that a half-hour before everyone arrives, I will be running around like a nutjob. But then when the doorbell rings, I will be calm. I will tell myself that it is what it is, and I have done all I can. Let’s enjoy each other’s company and some good food and drink. And we’ll have a good time.
But right now. I am stressing.