The sun is out, and so I can tell which way is up again.
We had a big soiree at Chez Moi last night. Family was visiting and we invited a bunch of people over. As you can imagine, having listened to me whine and moan, I was a little cranky going into it. People in my house? Do I have to clean? Is it going to rain? What if Friend A is a jerk or Friend B decides she’s still mad at me? But I summoned the long-dormant Social Clause and made sure Friend C talked to Father in Law. (The term father in law makes me sound impossibly grown up.) Friend B was charming, I introduced Newer Friends to Older Friends, and DP’s parents even stayed around briefly to talk.
I remembered to put plates on the table and serving spoons in the salads. That morning DP and I fought over potato salad, of all things, and I briefly considered murder. But the dispersal of food went well. Everyone was stuffed and happy. DP did the dishes while I drank beer by the fire with the stragglers. I took murder off the table. By the time the fire died down to coals I would venture to say I was even happy. Whoa.
This is what June is supposed to be.