The countdown to company begins.
Nine guests, arriving at different times, some sleeping here overnight before moving to a cabin for the weekend.
The normally contented housewife morphs into an anxiety-riddled harridan.
The absent-minded husband, who has purposely avoided discussing any details, is now bombarded with life-or-death questions. "
What time can everyone check into the cabins?"
"Is anyone lactose- or gluten-intolerant? What about the kids? Did you ask about his kids?"
"How is anyone going to get any sleep when I'm flushing the toilet every two hours and snoring so loud?"
I'm walking the line between preparing and nagging. In my defense, I do need answers if I am to make multiple reservations, do all the shopping, cook and transport everything we need.
This far pregnant, I can't "just run into Sam's Club Friday" and load a flatbed of burgers and cokes by myself.
Someone has to recover the outdoor furniture, change the sheets, and finish spreading 25 bales of pine straw.
The key is to do it all without dampening my husband's excitement. Our guests will be here for a long weekend, but his memory is even longer.But Martha was cumbered about much serving, and came to him, and said, Lord, dost thou not care that my sister hath left me to serve alone? bid her therefore that she help me. And Jesus answered and said unto her, Martha, Martha, thou art careful and troubled about many things: But one thing is needful: and Mary hath chosen that good part, which shall not be taken away from her. --Luke 10: 40-42
For all the supplies I must gather, acquiring a merry heart is at the top of my list.