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So we are childless this weekend. You’d think thousands of ideas of things to do would surface easily due to the relentless discussions we have in daily life about how “if we didn’t have the kids to worry about, we’d…” Eventually, we come up with ideas. Most of which involve spending money. We’ve used our time wisely in party preparation. All the drinks have been purchased, all the plates/napkins/cups, and some other whimsies. I mostly have the menu planned and the list made, but I won’t be purchasing food until closer to time. It is something we adore getting to host, and we are so honored that people commit to coming to our event and sharing our celebration. There’s not much we enjoy more than Christmas or celebrations, in general. We have been hosting a Christmas party on some level every year that we’ve been married, so this is our seventh Christmas party to host. It started out small, and it has simply compounded year after year. B discovered that he is an expert at making egg nog, I learned the art of mulling, and some homemade cookies plus a fire in the fireplace make it complete. We have been really blessed with friends and family, so we feel fortunate that we can do something fun around Christmas time.
I also think we make a good party planning team. I have often thought I would enjoy being an event planner, despite the hours and potential irritations of people, etc. For some lame reasons, I adore parties. I am not a particularly social creature, but I do love the idea of a party. More specifically, a well-planned party. You remember the not-so-well-planned parties, right? The kind where people have like six drinks and a bag of chips for 15 people? We’ve been to a few of those. And it is usually ok, but it was a challenge to us to figure out how to step up to the plate as it were and throw a real shindig, hootnanny, or party. Nerds like to party, too, and nerds also enjoy having snacks. Vegetarians, too. Sometimes it’s funny how people show up to dinner or a party and had no idea we are vegetarian/vegan or that they had eaten that way until we draw attention to it. I feel that is a huge success — typically people who are carnivores expect the dead flesh at each event, meal, snack, etc. And to feel that those guests are satisfied is monumental. But, at any rate, we love parties. I draw out a huge list, we do the shopping, plan the music, you name it. If money were no object, I’d host a party about once per month.
So, we’re getting ready. And enjoying some time alone this weekend to reconnect and reset. My parents have been fabulous in taking our kids and entertaining them in style and leaving us to our own devices. We enjoyed a late dinner at Rumba, a place that may not even own a high chair, and slept in this morning. I didn’t have to peel myself out of bed to get a cup of “gink” for the boy or to get a miserably paired outfit out of the closet at an ungodly hour for the girl. I miss them so much, but that was pleasant this morning.
