Today was the grand finale of our ladies' Bible study. For the past eight weeks, a small group of us has been going through an as-yet unpublished study written by my sister Rachel Anne, appropriately named Home Sanctuary. We talked about everything from making God the foundation of our homes, to children's chore charts, to finding your decorating style (I delegated that lesson to more qualified individuals). It's been a lot of work, but SO much fun!
Today, for the last class, we all met at my house for a pot-luck brunch. Now, we haven't had "real" company over in quite a while. I'm used to my "usual" drop-in company: kids, moms of kids, and, well, more kids. This was the first time in a while I'd had to hide my papers, straighten my no-no drawer, and park my laundry in the garage instead of the car. I was quite proud of what a good job I'd done pulling the house together.
I got up early and spent the morning
The UPS man? FedEx?
Uh, no, it was one of my guests! Apparently I had not been clear on the time (9:30 was the time we met for the study.).
Well! Come on in! Make yourself at home! Can I get you a drink? Good, good. Now, if you'll excuse me, do you mind watching Ruthie (3) while I jump in the shower?
Somewhere in my thinking, I'd been told that the host should never "outdress" her guests, but I don't think that includes pajama pants. Or sweat.
When I emerged from my room 20 minutes later (now looking ever-so-together in my robe!), two more guests had arrived. At least I was clean now.
Talk amongst yourselves, people. Coffee? Help yourselves. Would you mind setting out those plates for me? Now if you'll excuse me, I need to dry my hair!
I suppose after 8 weeks together, our friendship was already quite established, but now? Now we've bonded. Everyone got a good laugh at my expense (no, don't look at my legs; I didn't shave). The rest of the ladies showed up at the right time (at least some people could figure out my unclear email!) and, in spite of it all, we had a great morning, talking, laughing, and enjoying girl time while the kids played outside in our Indian summer, 83-degree sunshine.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go shave my legs.