About a week ago, I decided to have a slumber party with the ladies from work. I did it a few years ago, and it was loads of fun. It had been a topic of much discussion, and I kept promising another one, until a co-worker called out on it.
“Put up or shut up.”
So, that’s why I’m having a slumber party tonight. Not that many are showing up, and no one is spending the night, but it gave me an excuse to clean the house.
I’ve been dreading it all day. In fact, I almost called the few attendees around 4:00 and lie and say that my husband it sick and we better call the whole thing off.
I called the husband, who normally is the king at wussing out of social obligations, but he felt that this was something that I had been looking forward to and that once people got here, I’d be more comfortable.
I hope so.
Otherwise I’ll just hide in a corner and fall asleep, which is my normal modus operandi at a party when it gets too late.
I really don’t want to have people over tonight. I would just rather stay in my pj’s and cuddle with my cats and husband and make mince and tatties for him.
But I guess sometimes when finding that infamous “new normal”, you have to force yourself to do some normal things.
I know I’ll have fun once people get here, but right now, I secretly hope that everyone bails on me.
- Board games
- Jello (jelly) shots
- Cheapo beer
- A massive tv/music library to peruse if we get bored
Post Script – Looks like I never published this back on 3/15. In any case, it was a small group, and it was a nice night.