Today Hubbie and I were in FINE FORM.
It was a sunshine-y day. There was NO PARTY. No family, and no friends about.
We pumped the music LOUD. Actually, from two stereos – one from his car in the garage as he stored away spare chairs and tables from inside and tidied up from that end of the house, and me with the inside stereo, throwing up the volume as I washed, and cleaned, and tidied, and sucked every pesky crumb from the carpet I could find as I vacuumed with such jolly, ALL OVER THE PLACE.
And we couldn’t have been happier.
Because as much as we love throwing parties – damn it’s good when it’s over, your house returns to some sense of normality, and suddenly, the pressure is OFF.
No rush, no stress, no freaking pulling my hair out.
Just memories, a lot of mess, and ahh moments.
Ahhh. ‘Til the next birthday…