At first, I thought "Hey, cool! I like parties! And I like spending someone else's money to plan them! No sweat!" Yeah. Not quite feeling that now. The first party that I've "planned" is tomorrow night. It's a pool party. The local pool is reserved, the picnic area scheduled, food ordered, and other assignments made. Should be no problem, right?
If you live in Utah County and happened to look outside this afternoon, then you might understand why I am started to grind my teeth. Wind, rain and chilly temperatures are only fun if I'm having a chili cook-off...indoors.
And then there's the anxiety. What if no one wants to get in the pool? What if some does get in, but then poops in it, shutting the whole thing down for the rest of the night? What if hardly anyone shows up? (I'm having flashbacks to when they asked me to organize a playdate and the only people who came were my friends...) What if the food is bad? What if half the ward gets food poisoning or the swine flu? What if by the time I make it to the dessert table, all the chocolate is gone? What if the only people who remember to bring a dessert are the health fanatics and everyone is fighting over a single plate of whole-grain tofu bars?
I might spend most of the evening hiding under the drink station, in a fetal position, sucking on my hair and humming the tune to "Somewhere in Time."
Please give me some stressful relief tips...or, lacking any of those, some more creative things to freak out about!