We had our immediate family over to our house this past Sunday. This may sound like no big deal to you but we’ve never had a party. No dinner parties. No family get togethers. It was a big deal for us. Having parties and finally entertaining was a big motivator to getting the kitchen done. The backsplash doesn’t exist, we need to repaint the ceiling and do touch up paint on the walls but we committed a few weeks ago by inviting everyone. We had 11 people come over. In our opinion, we went all in.
went crazy did a bunch of cleaning and projects to prepare Thursday and Friday night and on Saturday afternoon/evening. Our house has never looked better. Some things were an illusion.
For example, our glass cabinet in our sideroom has glass panel doors. It’s a really great cabinet that my parents gave us when they moved. However, due to the glass, the inside needs to be tidy or styled. That was not happening. It looked like this.
The Colonel says hello and “Fix this cabinet. It’s embarassing.”
I decided that was not acceptable. While starring at it for a few seconds I realized the panels are about the size of scrapbook paper and I happened to have a pack of black in the office. So, I put one sheet in each pane of glass with small piece of painters tape at the top of each sheet on a door. It looked like this in the end.
We found a very sandy table. I say “sandy” because it was dirty from sanding and it sounds better than “dusty.” I’m continuing my illusion of being a home maker. We left a few things on the table, not realizing it would be so messy. I turned my attention away from it for a few minutes and look what I came back to.
The Mister is a child.
I made my go to Crock Pot lasagna recipe, but accidentally put it on low overnight instead of “keep warm.” I borrowed my mother’s Crock Pot so I could make two batches and I think I was thrown off by having an extra batch. I woke up and could smell it. I knew it wasn’t right. I jumped out of bed and this is what I found.
Both batches were burnt. Insert me running into the bedroom and waking The Mister. He ran to Publix and grabbed a Stouffer’s family sized lasagna. Some family (his mother, my father and us) ate the Crock Pot lasagna. It wasn’t my best batch but the middle was okay. However, I’m glad we had the Stouffer’s to feed everyone.
The Mister’s mother and my momma brought food. His sister brought her signature brownies. It wasn’t too hot so the parents sat together on our back porch. The Mister ate with his grandparents in the dining room and I ate at “the kid’s table” in our sideroom. We even had extra spaces for everyone to sit down and eat. It was a good time and gave us the confidence that we can have more people over. We can handle it. We have already begun to plan our next par-tay. Additionally, it was a great reminder that life is easier when you don’t put off projects. We’re gonna have to keep the momentum going. First, The Mister and The Colonel Hoof-Hearted need to recoup.
I put this photo on Facebook.
I saved this photo just for y’all.
My sweet boys were exhausted.
I’ll be sharing photos of our house as it’s been awhile since I’ve given you good people an update.
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