You have a golden opportunity to host a holiday with a minimum of fuss and bother by making everyone else bring the food!
I always have everyone bring something anyway, and for the last two holidays, our kitten was still little enough to fit under the stove, and I didn’t want to have the oven on for hours. So I asked my dad to bring the turkey.
Kitty’s much bigger now, but regardless, my dad called yesterday and told me he’s bringing both a ham and a turkey. A friend of mine brought raviolis and desserts from a local bakery. All I have to do is make a nice sauce, a salad and roast a bunch of vegetables. Well, and clean my damned house, which I should really get started on.
I’m in one of my cycles where I drop everything and break it. Then I manage to make a bigger mess trying to clean up the other. Everything I try to do for the last couple days is a disaster. I had popcorn so I go to put away the popper. It starts to fall I catch half of it. I knock over the full garbage can. I bend over picking up garbage that covered the floor and the tv tray tips over onto the rug. The pop previously on the tray soaks a 2 foot puddle on the rug. I tried to water a plant. I fumbled and knock it into the sink, breaking the plant and filling the sink with dirt. I bring the trash over but still dump dirt on the floor and counter, while trying to remove mud from the sink. Welcome to the world of terrible muscle control. I’m leaving the whole dinner to ma after we scrounged electric cookers. I walked to the mail box with the good clothes on and get fresh Easter mud on the bottom inch of the pants. It’s one of those times where the less I do the less damage I’ll cause.