1/17/06
I'm back! I've missed this and everyone here very much over the last few days!
I spent Friday doing mostly party prep work. I was hoping to get ahead of the game for Saturday. In retrospect I'm thankful for all I did, otherwise Saturday wouldn't have worked.
Saturday morning started out quietly enough. I had a bunch of errands scheduled, but it looked like it was going to work out. The kitties were due for their annual checkups and vaccines, and we actually had a pretty easy time of catching them in the morning. We lucked into a cancellation at the vet and got an earlier appointment, even. So, we packed them up and they sang us their sad, sad car song about how awful it is to be packed up in a little crate and taken out in the cold and shoved in the vomit comet.
The vet visit was pretty routine. Magellan is officially overweight at 14.5 lbs. That, plus some evidence of an allergy, caused the vet to recommend we switch their food to a special one made of Duck and Peas. Yum...

The exams over, she gave them their shots and we went on our way.
Once we got home, I left to go pick up DH's cake, and DH decided to run to his office to pick up an easel in case anyone wanted to play Pictionary at the party. I got back first about an hour and 15 minutes later, to find the house had been destroyed! Someone had gotten sick in each and every room of the downstairs! The culprit was quickly identified as Diana when she got sick again 3 times in the first 15 minutes I'd been home! We called the vet and they wanted us to bring them back. Diana is usually very difficult to catch, and I wound up having to grab her by her tail to get her, which really upset me. We got them back to the office and found out Diana was having an allergic reaction to her vaccine. They gave her Benadryl and cleaned her up, and we wound up sitting at the vet's for a while unti things calmed down. They finally had to give her a steriod shot to get her to stop getting sick. She made almost no noise on the way home. We wound up confining them to the upstairs bathroom to keep them quiet and help them get some rest.
With that done, DH ran out to buy a steam cleaner for the floor. Our carpet was wrecked! I got busy doing last minute things for the party. The party itself was OK. DH had a good time, and that's what counts. We weren't able to do the round robin since a couple people didn't show up at the last minute and we needed a certain number of folks to do it. I felt kind of bad because we had put a lot of work into getting it ready, but oh well...
Some people wanted to play games, but a lot of them didn't and refused offers to get a game going. Then a few others were antsy to get a game going. For the most part, though, the ones that played seemed to have fun, and the ones who wanted to sit and visit did fine too. Again, it just seemed like DH and I wasted a lot of time/energy/money to get games ready and no one was that enthusiastic. I think maybe the party was too big for a game night. I think that type of thing works best with 8-10 people, not the 20 or so we had floating around.
Like my last few parties, I was struck by how rude, inconsiderate, and self-centered people can be. I had to chase down RSVPs from a few people. How hard is it to call and say yes or no--especially for a "real" party like a birthday where I'm offering to go to considerable expense and effort to entertain you?
My mom has recently developed this awful habit of showing up 20 minutes early (she says she misjudged the time to get to our house--we've lived here for 18 months, she should have it by now!!!). It wouldn't be a big deal, but she demands attention right during those critical last 15 minutes while I'm trying to get things done. She offers to "help" but my mom isn't very mobile and it winds up that she "helps" about has much as your toddler "helps".
We had a few people just not show up. I understand one gentleman's wife was sick, but DH's boss' wife just plain didn't show up and kept one of her sons home too (a $10 kids gift bag gone to waste...) No reason or apology given. We also had folks roll in as much as 45 minutes late! Again, no reason, apology, or even acknowledgment given.

Parental supervision of the kids dropped off pretty quickly so I had 7 kids running through my house jumping, screaming, and banging. One of them spilled a drink upstairs and didn't tell anyone, another broke DH's keyboard. They kept fussing with the TV even after I asked them not to. I wasn't exactly sad to see them go home.
I just didn't really enjoy myself, to be honest. I'm starting to find these big "invite everyone" parties really aren't worth the effort, even though they are a very good way to tell the well-mannered people from all the rest. I spent the whole party working. I was either answering the door or refilling the drink tub, or fussing with the buffet, or herding people in for presents, or cutting cake, or herding kids, or chatting up the person that seemed on the fringes, or managing my mom, or trying to get games started. I am very grateful that DH was able to relax and have fun, after all that WAS the point of the evening, but I never really did get to enjoy myself.
Oh well, I suppose it was just one evening of my life. I just would have been happier in my jammies ordering pizza.
I had hoped Sunday would be quiet, but between DH getting all worked up over football and the kitties not bouncing back as fast as I'd hoped, it was another busy day.
Yesterday DH was off from work, which is good and bad. It was nice to have him home, but he was a bit underfoot. Diana seemed recovered, but Magellan couldn't keep any food down. The vet suggested we given him Benadryl and keep back food for 12 hours. The Benadryl did not go over well. He spit it back at me and got a lot of it on his fur. Bubblegum is not his favorite flavor! The fasting did seem to help, and by the late evening he was able to tolerate small amounts of food. So, hopefully he's on the mend.
And that gets me back to today. It's been a quiet day. I went to lunch with a girlfriend of mine who had the day off. Now I'm just resting and surfing until DH gets home.