I am a people person. Hanging out with friends energizes me more than a solitary walk in the woods ever could.
When I was in high school, I thought that the worst thing that could ever happen would be to spend a Friday or Saturday night at home . . . alone. And in college, every night was like that.
I’ve definitely changed into more of a homebody since having a family. Now, they’re the people I’d rather hang with, and family nights are my favorite thing. I also now love those rare solitary moments.
But . . . I do love to have people over. I always assumed that once I stayed home with my kids, I’d have people over for lunch or playdates “all the time.” I had no idea how busy I would be “staying home.” But I also had what turned out to be totally unrealistic illusions that my house would always be clean and ready for friends to stop by.
So since I had plenty of other things going on, and the house was always a disaster area, I VERY rarely had anyone over because it would require a week of cleaning first.
But today, I invited friends over, AND their kids, for lunch. And I decided LAST NIGHT to invite them. This is big.
I signed up to do a House Party for Zatarain’s rice mixes. They sent me a bunch of fun stuff like jambalaya rice mix and Mardi Gras decorations. The only problem was that I was supposed to have the party this week and this week has been a little busy. I didn’t want to miss doing the party, since they had sent me all of the stuff, so I decided to just invite people at my mom’s group this morning to come over afterward for lunch.
If this same exact situation would have occurred a year ago, I would have been truly depressed. I would have been completely overwhelmed with the task of cleaning for a little jambalaya party, and mad at myself for ever committing to do it in the first place.
But instead, I made sure I did my nightly tasks last night, so this morning the kitchen and bathrooms were presentable. I wouldn’t consider the house real-party ready, but it was plenty presentable to have some friends over for lunch.
That seriously feels good.
As for my Daily Checklist, I did the most visible stuff. Definitely the 5 minute pickup, and cleaning and sweeping the kitchen and such. Of course, though, I ignored anything to do with the master bedroom. Maybe someday I’ll be at the point where I can leave that door open.