All Partied Out

I love throwing parties. I love cooking for people, and entertaining, and visiting with them. I even like just sitting back and watching them enjoy themselves. If everyone leaves happy, I am pleased with my success.

Last night I helped my ward Relief Society have another successful party: our Mother-Daughter Night. We had a pasta bar with salad and breadsticks; and for dessert: chocolate cake with strawberries and cream. We had a short, but cute program: The younger girls did a short, little dance, and then there was an equally short fashion show followed by a very short spoken program. We had crafty-things to do: making bracelets and bath salts. Some of the ladies came in dress-ups. There was a lot of mingling and visiting—among about 70 people, and I think everyone really enjoyed themselves. It was a nice night.

But the planning of it, even though I was working with other people (or maybe because I was), was . . . mildly stressful. Planning began immediately after Easter (party one in this series). Then, the Mother-Daughter thing followed hard on the heels of Mother's Day (party two). And now I'm planning a birthday party for Kaylie this weekend (three) and a baby shower for my sister-in-law Becky for next weekend (four). I get a one-week break, and then it will be Kaylie's baptism (five) the following week, on June 6. I will get a short breather before the three parties of Father's Day weekend—Lindsey's birthday is on Father's Day, and Rachel's is the next day.

Yes, I do love planning and throwing parties. And I am still looking forward to the upcoming parties. Truly! But I think maybe, with so much happening in such a short time, I—yes, even I—will be getting just a little partied out.