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Maybe I’m guilty of putting expectations I make about myself on other people. Maybe I’m guilty of expecting too much from others without making it perfectly clear.
But is it really expecting too much to hope that people will have the decency to show respect to you and your efforts? Here we are, Mr.Circus and I, cleaning and decorating and cooking for our friends. We’re doing our best and working hard to make sure tonight is a great night for everyone.
And what happens? There’s a last minute unannounced invitation of two people we don’t know. Our friend who had offered and was supposed to be in charge of wine for everybody decided to book his return flight form NYC for this afternoon, expecting to arrive home hours before dinner. But, surprise surprise, his flight has been delayed, so now there is a last minute scramble to make sure everyone knows to BYOB. My friend’s boyfriend decided he couldn’t bring himself to get up before 2 so now he will be working through dinner. And, as I just figured out, the last minute invited people are two people who I do not really know, but the people they do know are two of the people who will not be here for dinner.
I’m hoping that if I get all of the bitching and complaining out now that I will be able to be in happy, party mode when people get here.
For now, I’m going to have a glass of wine, take a nice shower, put on my party clothes (debating going with my 1950’s house wife influenced getup) and try to forget the stress of having friends who aren’t experienced in throwing parties and therefore don’t know what goes into getting tables set up for 14 people or trying to organize an event that you no longer have control over.
Deep breaths.
At least the days are now getting longer!
So the school stress has set in – meeting with my adviser (no matter how familiar and casual it ma be) always gives me a good does of the realities. And there were so many things I had planned on doing before Loxy arrived tomorrow to get our flat ready. Things like cleaning (really cleaning as opposed to the rushed tidying I did before rushing off to school), grocery shopping, a little baking.
And some art.I’ve got ideas bounding around in my brain about speaking whales flying through a sky of snowflakes. Of chaperones at tea parties. Of swallows and dragon flies. I never do enough of it, but very few things make me as happy as scissors and paper and glue covered fingers. 
