Thursday, August 27, 2009

Waiting for noon

I'm an overreacter.

This morning we're having something for my MOMS club here, at my house, something that requires I be in charge and speak in front of the group and it's got me a little jittery.

Last night I was convinced that my to do list would keep me up until midnight. The husband wanted to go to dinner and I was whining that I would never get it all done. We DID go out to dinner and I crossed the last item off of my list at 9:30pm.

There are 10 moms and 14 children RSVPed and I'm wondering where we're going to put them all. We have a tiny backyard, which is perfect for events like these because you can easily see them all through the family room window, but the grass in the backyard is a disaster due to the dog (ours,) the rabbits (wild,) and a fertilizing mishap. They might not notice, but given that this is Orange County, land of the perfectly manicured yard, odds are that someone will notice.

Also, there's a spot in my living room where our dog peed and every once in a while, the smell wafts through the room, despite repeated dousings in Nature's Miracle. I think I'll light a candle and hope no one lingers there too long because if people leave here talking about how my house smells like DOG PEE? I'll die.

I'm sure by the time it's over I'll be pleasantly surprised and my most expensive Anthropologie candle will have done it's job, but until then? This is what I do. It's annoying even to me.

1 comment:

  1. Well, scoot over and I'll sit next to the dog pee smell and won't talk about you later. 'Cause I'm right there with you on the angst over everything and worrying what people will say. Maybe I should send you a picture of MY backyard to show them. I guarantee that will prevent any comment whatsoever about yours!

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