I have no common sense. At least according to many people that know me. And this week I might agree with them.
My darling daughter is getting married in a week. She and her husband-to-be have done all of the planning. I’m honored when they ask for my help or opinions. And with a church wedding, and reception with dinner and dancing for ninety people there’s a lot to do.
We’ll have family and friends coming from all over the country and more than anything else that’s what has sent me into a panic. In our family we call it “Company’s Coming Syndrome.” You know the feeling. It’s when you feel compelled to get the rugs shampooed, clean all the baseboards and dust the farthest reaches of every closet and cabinet. It’s when you wonder if everyone will stop by the house all at once and if there will be enough chairs and food. When you change your mind about what to wear, and then change your mind again. And again. And for a brief moment you wonder if there’s still time to paint the family room and get new furniture and drapes.
Now you would think that all the wedding prep would be enough to keep me busy. But as I’ve said, I have no common sense.
Last tuesday I invited the Knitting Posse over for an evening of snacks, wine, and not knitting. And saturday night I’m hosting a birthday dinner for Darling Daughter’s 30th. Really?! What was I thinking? Truly no common sense.
But, you know, I wouldn’t do any of it if I didn’t enjoy it. I have so much fun with all these people, and some of them live too far away to see frequently. I know they don't care about the mis-matched glassware or using Christmas napkins.
So bring it on! Company’s coming. I’m as ready as I’ll ever be and I plan to enjoy every moment.