July 28, 2007

Weekend Obligations

It started out with my husband informing me his best friend from high school was in town. It became that we wanted to get together with him for dinner... having him to the house seemed fine. I encouraged it.

It has become 15 people coming for dinner tomorrow night, including best friend's daughter, Mom and Dad, sister and her husband, and my husband's family.

I found out this afternoon.

I'm tired already. It is different when it is family coming. I don't necessarily pick up, and I don't do a big cleaning. I am who I am and they know it. But even then it is exhausting because push come to shove, too much falls squarely on me. (Side note, my husband is doing most of the cooking for tomorrow as ti will be a big Italian feast... his homemade sauce is cooking as I write this.) Add to the fact there are people who have never been to my home, there is a sense of having to take extra pains. Having this many guests, almost like a small dinner party, is not fun to me at all.

Sure, we will have a great time. The food will be great, there will be much laughter, but it is a lot of work for ME the day of and I have come to loathe it at times.

I would have made a horrible military wife. Or any type of corporate wife where entertaining is required. Some people thrive on it, love it, I actually do not. I find it intrusive on my space. I am not so extroverted and all the energy around me, the incessant talking and noise, wears me down.

So tomorrow the masses are coming for dinner and I'm already getting the table ready and... wishing it away. There will probably not be any blogging tomorrow. Quite frankly, I'm already feeling resentful and angry.

I hate entertaining.

Posted by Boudicca at July 28, 2007 09:08 PM | TrackBack

I think you either have the host(ess) gene or you don't. I definitely don't either. Yet, my Mom always had the family get-togethers and pulled it off with ease.

I feel your pain!

Posted by: Jerry at July 29, 2007 01:06 AM

Arthur and I have lived in this house for almost five years and nobody has seen the inside of it except for his daughters. And the Chem-Dry man. And the A/C guy.

There are friends who have us to dinner at their house and we go out to eat... but we never have them here. I don't care if they think it's strange. We just don't do it.

Jerry's right; you have the gene or you don't. You're certainly not alone in feeling this way!

Hope you have a good time, anyway! ;)

Posted by: pam at July 29, 2007 05:13 AM

Good luck.

Posted by: vw bug at July 29, 2007 05:37 AM

Wow, can you say GRIP!

I feel your pain on a smaller scale. I had 7 people in this t1ny place (damn content checker) ....and I'm still recovering. Not only is it the getting ready, the entertaining while they are here, but it's the cleaning up an getting back to normal afterward!

Ugh, I'm sorry!

Posted by: Sissy at July 29, 2007 09:06 AM

It's all good, its all good. I drank some ginger tea to settle my stomach.

A family staying with us for a weekend is all goodness. A few friends coming over for dinner or a BBQ is all goodness. 15 people for dinner is stress. Factor certain high maintenance personalities into the equation... and... its only for a few hours. I am wondering who must sit next to my father in law.

I'm off to set the table for 15... and maybe drink more ginger tea.

Posted by: Bou at July 29, 2007 10:38 AM

Forget the ginger tea...time to turn to something a bit stronger. Then you won't care how everything is and how everyone is acting, and if you act like an a$$, they won't come back again. It's a two-fer!

Posted by: Mrs. Who at July 29, 2007 11:18 AM

I must be wierd then. I love to entertain. The more the merrier. (I even feed the kids friends dinner, because, well, it just seems the right thing to do if they are here when we eat.)

I don't entertain that often as schedules prohibit it, but still....it's fun to entertain.

I love the comraderie (sp?), the laughs, the ut-oh's, the atmosphere....it's just special.

Now- throw in people I do not know, and I am with Bou, I hate it.

....speaking of entertaining....I have to throw together a BBQ to show off my new grill the hubby bought for my birthday! :)

Posted by: Rave at July 29, 2007 11:20 AM

On short notice like that, the proper reply to the Mr. would be: "Sounds like fun. The kids and I are going to the beach Sunday. What time should we be back for the dinner?"

Chlll out and let the one giving the short notice deal with the hassle factor....

Posted by: George at July 29, 2007 11:31 AM

I can certainly empathize. I only do dinners at gunpoint. I usually end up late with dinner, completely bedraggled, and ready to fall asleep before people start to leave. I have a friend, Connie, who loves to cook, though. A little mini-Martha Stewart. Those are the friends to have, because they like to entertain. And they have all of the equipment to do it.

Even the entertainers have their dinner parties from hell, though. Remind me to tell you about Thanksgiving dinner, 1985.

Posted by: Peggy U at July 29, 2007 11:47 AM

I hope you survived the evening. Make hubby take you out to dinner as payment for all your hard work.

Posted by: nickel1942 at July 29, 2007 05:43 PM

I forgot to tell you, in the air force, there is an old saying, NEVER VOLUNTEER.

Posted by: nickel1942 at July 29, 2007 05:46 PM