We had another snow day on Tuesday, but the roads were relatively clear. I spontaneously invited friends over for dinner. Immediately after extending the invitation, the thoughts started creeping in. Um, hello? We don’t have enough places for everyone to even sit down. Our second table is blocking the room that has moving boxes stacked to the ceiling. We sold our couch, so currently only two people can sit down at a time. There is wet laundry everywhere. The floors are disgusting. The green bean bag says five servings, and there are only nine fish fillets—I’m feeding eleven people! I don’t want to do the dishes. I should call this off. This was a dumb idea.
All this rolled through my head until I started having different thoughts. We have a chance to have dinner with dear friends who know about all the crazy and still love us. We have plenty of food to share. We’re moving next week and won’t have this opportunity to eat together, dirty house or not. I bet I could even use paper plates and everyone would survive.
For the record, we had dinner, and a very enjoyable one at that! We used paper plates (and plastic forks!), and there was even food left over.