This past weekend had a very full schedule. Essentially every minute was spoken for between 9 am Saturday morning and 6 pm Sunday evening. When I looked at what I had planned and scheduled, it freaked me out. I don't normally do that to myself because I know better. I hate feeling hurried and late. It overwhelms me and then I'm not a happy person to be around. Mix in the "stress of the holidays" and I was expecting to not enjoy my weekend as much as I should. But yesterday? It dawned on me. I must have awesome friends or something, because even after everything was over, I never once felt overwhelmed. Those that I surround myself with love me no matter what. I don't need to impress them with a perfectly clean house. We can all sit around my living room, on the floor even, and eat, drink and be merry. Birthday parties for the preschool set don't have to be overwhelming. They can be short and sweet and fun and enjoyed...
