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OK, so yesterday it wasn't too funny, but today we laugh about it and move on....

I was craving an in-home party with some girlfriends...So I answered an ad for a Fun Purse Party...started preparing 9 days prior so as not to tire out...

Day 1..make list of friends, neighbors to invite.Sent save-the-date emails.

Day 2..plan easy menu (planned to serve lunch)

Day 3..sent out actual invites provided by Party Lady

Day 4..felt like crap...my hands felt broken in teensy pieces

Day 5..see day 4

Day 6..stressed over the details..decided not to stress over anything...no sleep

Day 7..hubby went shopping..I found myself doing silly chores...do I really need to rearrange the kitchen pantry today? (no, there's a door on it) Refilled the spice bottles (WTF? stop it already) cleaned the kitchen counters and everything ON the counters (where'd all this stuff come from?)  cleaned up my desk (in a room noone would enter)put several types of tea bags into cute little jars (hey, they're cute) re-planned menu cause hubby thought I was making too much work for myself. sat down with pad and pencil..mind blank..stressed cuz I couldn't come up with a new menu

Day 8..hubby mopped kitchen and bathroom, vaccuumed all rooms (dust bothers me), moved plants, cleared stuff to the garage, cleaned cats boxes (all 5 of them)..off to the store again....I dusted the living room and all the knick knacks I can't live without, moved things, washed all the fruit and veggies and put in plastic bags so I could just toss together the salad in the morning, made a cream cheese and apricot jam spread for crackers (I even came up with a clever mold to make it pretty, got out my serving trays and glass bowls  (ooh boy, it's been SO long since I used this stuff and played with friends), changed the towels in the bathroom and did a light clean in there..So now it is 8pm...We are both done..That's it til morning...I decided to forget my long, hot, calming, much-anticipated epsom salt bath for a shower...which poops me out by itself..could just raise my arms to wash my hair..didn't even get out all the conditioner (but I won't realize that til morning)..went to bed where hubby stroked my hair til I fell asleep...for a bit....long night with little sleep...

Day of the party....I woke up and the nausea hit me full force before my eyes opened or I could turn over...swollen eye lids (I only use non-fragranced eco-friendly cleaning products)..headache behind eyes, my arms felt like a hundred pounds each, the can't swallows came, the dry mouth, stuffy nose (which turned to runny), my knees were swollen, and my back and legs felt like they did after going to the gym for a workout the very first time ever...By 9:40 I was dressed but so fatigued i had to lie down again..Then the tears started...Hubby came to soothe me...he said "you worked so hard getting ready for your party..But you need to cancel..Go lie down and have some tea.I will be your Host..I'll ask the lady when she arrives if I can stand in or she can reschedule. Her choice"..I approved his plan..Her van drove up so I went to my room to lie down..Hubby steps outside..After a few minutes, he comes back in..I hear the van drive away..I asked "did she leave?" He stood there, looking so very worn out and sad...He said "I panicked. I didn't ask if I could be the Host..I just said you were sick and she said oh, that's too bad, I'll call her later..." He felt so bad...I laughed and said "hey, the house is clean, we've got lots of good food just for us and I won't be spending any money on purses today!"

Next time i want to have a party, we will have a co-hostess, we will call our favorite restaurant for food, and my preparations will be to tell all who are invited that my humble home welcomes them...

today is friday the thirteenth, my lucky day....

 Oh, I forgot to mention that for days 6-9 we were relocating chairs, tables, plant stands, etc...and our 5 cats were crazy...climbing curtains, flying through the air, and eating through the tie on my apron..

This morning hubby was quiet as a mouse..When I woke, he asked what the plans were for the day (he asks me every morning if there is something specific I need/want done)..I declared I would not be making ANY plans til Monday at the earliest..

For NOT having a party, this old gal is pooped...did I mention Poop? Now, that's another story entirely

Today I feel as though  my thoughts are many paragraphs  attempting to form one sentence.