I love my family...all extensions of them, but boy is it tough when we/they all get together. It seems like something always goes array, as if the stars were stacked against this gathering of minds and mouths. Tomorrow is mother's day and the day that my daughter, Mercy, and her cousin, Stone, are being dedicated. This event dictated that all of our mutual family, along with my husband's entire family of origin get together in the same room for the service and for lunch afterward. This should be interesting in any light due to the culture differences from the various family groups. Among them all are very wealthy, very poor, stingy, generous, loud, quiet, positive, negative (and the list goes on) individuals that span several different generations. We've got some in their mid 60's, some in their early 50's, several in mid to late 30's, one in early 30's, the other adults in their mid to late 20's and two infants not even a year.
I am anxious on so many levels about this shindig, and sure enough, murphey's law strikes again. We had plans to have this function at the largest house, then it was passed off to my husband and I (we have a small 2 bedroom townhouse)! So I purchased $100.00 of food for the occasion only to get a phone call that it is back on at the other house. This is ok because it's bigger, but now I have to bring the food since I already planned and purchased.
My planning was centered around two crockpots, which I thought to be a pretty ingenious idea. I borrowed my sister-in-law's pot and went to pull out my own only to realize that I haven't seen that thing since before Katrina! Needless to say, it is the night before I have to throw this together and I'm trying to figure out how to make one batch in the oven, one in the crock pot, and still get me and my family ready for baby dedication! People should get medals for this kind of stuff! I guess that's why they have Mothers' Day. Wish me luck. I should have some great stories tomorrow!
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