I am laughing at myself this morning while I am panicking.
Yes, I am excited that there will be 20 people here TOMORROW. I am excited to play hostess. I have been cleaning for 2 weeks. I am going to move Christmas decorations in the spare room today while it’s warm so I can put it up when it’s cold and I don’t have to be outside getting the decorations. I will be roasting the TURKEY, making rolls, making ambrosia salad, gravy, and green bean casserole. With an almost 8 month old. Yikes!
I WANT TO DO THIS.
Yet, I am panicking cause the house can’t get clean enough! What if I screw up the turkey? Because I not only want to roast a turkey for the first time, I want it to be the best friggin bird they have ever eaten. I want people to tell me how awesome it all is… and it hit me this morning…
I am crazy. A complete and total lunatic. Neurotic. Nuts. Off my rocker.
Why can’t I just be content with everyone coming over, and with my genuine effort? Because I’m a type-A, grade-A, annoying, psychotic PERFECTIONIST, that’s why.
Is there anyone in the world as absolutely bonkers as I? I’m such a glutton for punishment.