So it is Monday morning and I just got home from my walk with TT and Rorie and Lou came in from washing my filthy car. He starts work late today, and after 2 beach days this weekend my car looked like a sandbox. I was doing my stretches to try and fix my achy legs when I mentioned I was considering taking a vacation from blogging for a week this month. Of course I told all of you this yesterday but not him. He looked at me and said “No, Tiffani you can’t take a vacation for 1 year!” “WTF, seriously?” He said again, “Yes love, I am serious no vacations.” I then responded, ” A couple of my readers think I deserve to take a break.” “That is nice, but no vacation.”
OK, not like I listen to anything he says anyway. He knows I do whatever I want that is why he will say stuff like that, because he knows I won’t listen unless I want to. He then went on to say. ” Thank you for the dinner for my Mom, last night. Everything was great. You are a master at entertaining. You can’t quit hosting dinners.” He said that because last night before everyone arrived I was a basket case. I was yelling at everyone and rushing around like I always do before a party. My kids and Lou were all standing around in the kitchen asking me “what can we do to help?” I kept giving them orders but they kept doing everything “wrong”. Well, not actually wrong, but not exactly how I wanted it. So I kept fixing everything they already did, while grumbling about it in the process. Once everyone arrives, I am always fine. I totally mellow out and have fun, but I am a nightmare before.
So after everyone left last night, well after I kicked everyone out at 9pm. I am so notorious for that. Tiara won’t go to bed if people are still here, so I will literally give my family a warning, “Ok, everyone is outta here by 9:00pm.” When the clock strikes 9:00pm , I say very loud, “Ok, get out, thanks for coming, love you” They all laugh and leave.
Back to my talk with Lou last night, I told him “maybe I shouldn’t have so many dinners, I am always so rude and grumpy before the dinner. It is so much work.” “No, you have to still have the dinners, everyone loves coming to our house for dinner. Plus, if we don’t have a dinner we will never see anyone.” Tiara doesn’t like to go many other places, so I usually host the dinners at my house, because it is easier for her. Everything always revolves around Tiara and her schedule. Nevertheless, I love having people over to my house and cooking for them but maybe I am getting too old to juggle it all? I don’t know.
Either way, according to Lou I still have to host dinners and I can’t take a break from blogging. Well, he probably doesn’t remember that I am in charge of the TSC picnic this Sunday, when he will be working and I am planning my 25th high school reunion which is the next Saturday night. I love to plan stuff. I would be a party planner if I could.
See this is why I am so crazy. My husband, my Mom and everyone in my family expects me to operate like business as usual, yet they forget or ignore the fact that I have Tiara to contend with on a constant basis. I guess I should be grateful they think so highly of me that they think I can do it all. If their expectations were lower maybe I wouldn’t be the person I am today. My family has always had high expectations for me and apparently I hold everyone in my life to that same standard.
So I am tough on them and they are tough back. I guess I wouldn’t have it any other way. Or would I?
Happy Tuesday and last day of junior guards….. Means the summer is almost over!
