I know the post isn't last-minute; rather, the whining is about last-minute decisions.
Mr. E and I had kicked around the idea of us hosting dinner tonight for the Personnel Committee and the newly-hired Youth Director. But, you see, the final final interview and decision wasn't till yesterday. So we wouldn't want to be hosting a celebratory dinner for something that wasn't happening after all. Decision put off.
9:00 last night, he texts me to say, yes let's do supper. For 15. Okey dokey. Commence Esperanza's mind racing madly, trying to figure out what to cook and how to make it all happen with Baboo assistance today.
This morning, I ask how certain the 15 number is. He says, "oh maybe plan on 20 instead."
You know what this means: paper plates, Mr. E has to clean, and he owes me a dinner out.
What's going on with you?
(Embedded in that above whine is that the Baboos don't start back to school till tomorrow. We are all thoroughly sick of each other's company. Wah)