Seemed Like A Good Idea At the Time

A few months ago when Carter applied to college we knew that the decision date was December 15. Not a great date given that it was the first day of exams, but there was nothing we could do about that.
Since I already was not sleeping well months in advance of the letter I decided that I need to plan lots of things to keep my mind off the impending decision. I planned to host three Christmas parties in an eight day span as my diversion. Seemed like a good idea at the time. I love giving parties and once my house is all decked out why should I hoard its glittery sparkle.
Monday I had my stitching group. Just a dozen, very civilized. Today My friend Lynn and I had 26 for our Chinese Auction. A little rowdier since we bring gifts to exchange in a complicated game show like stealing scenario. I not only have to play game show host and keep the game of picking gifts and trading them going in a brisk pace according the the rules, I also had to cook the lunch at the same time.
Lots of trading went on it was fun as always. Lynn stayed on to help clean up and by four in the afternoon my house was all cleaned up and ready for the third and final party on Tuesday. 65 of my garden club ladies and their guests for the Christmas auction and lunch. Not only do I have to create the main dish but I am the auctioneer.
All these parties seemed like the perfect way to keep my mind off the question, “will Carter get into Northeastern.” But then the decision came early last night. It was thrilling good news, but I stayed up much to late being overwhelmed with excitement. This caused me to sleep late this morning, throwing off my cooking schedule. My plan was not working. I wanted to have some time to absorb the feeling of elation that Carter has gotten into her first choice. Instead I was barley getting a half hours rest between one party ending and my going out to dinner with my Texas friend Jan who came into town.
I am hopefully going to rest a little tomorrow so I can gear up to cook again and entertain 65 of my nearest and dearest. I think I have learned my lesson that over scheduling myself as a diversionary tactic is not a good idea. Next time I have something big I am waiting for perhaps I could learn to meditate instead. Now if I can just remember this.