And I am glad. I tried not to think about it being "that" day on Saturday and was fairly successful. Although I spent the whole day in my pajamas-telling myself it was because my tooth (or lack of) hurt and not because of anything else. James and I spent some time crying and then drifted into Sunday morning.
No, the house has far, far to go before I allow anyone in on Saturday. Yes, I have a tent and tables and chairs. Even food is coming. So a party is looking like it will happen with or without me. It has been a struggle to plan while having such a rough time. I can't believe I've got 1 day to get the trash out of the house (garbage pickup is tomorrow) and 5 days to make the house look like it is capable of having people live in it. Wish me luck.
And...just for Tessie... The cutest of kids always mess up great photo opportunities, as witnessed in the picture of my nephew here.