But I think we should put out an APB anyway.
Screaming Meemie Nutty Party Mom is missing.
Tomorrow we are having a whole lot of party–almost 100 family members and friends–to celebrate Big Brother’s graduation. This is what happens when you have a large extended family!
Normally by this stage of the game I am a complete wreck. I go around, spinning my wheels, micromanaging everyone else and, well, you get the idea. It’s like a cross between the White Tornado and a drill sergeant. It’s not pleasant. By the time the party comes around, nobody wants to.
This year, I think my husband is wondering if we’ve got one of those “Invasion of the Body Snatchers” things going. The poor guy is probably waiting for the other shoe to drop. Eventually I’m going to have to lose it.
I certainly can’t figure out why it is that this time I am keeping it together. I’m cooking for more people than I’ve ever cooked for–with some help from my terrific neighbors. But I just keep looking around, checking my list, and thinking, “I’m OK.”
On the other hand, let’s cancel that Amber Alert. I don’t want Screaming Meemie Nutty Party Mom back, and I’m sure my family doesn’t either. I prefer the gift I’ve been given, thank you. Because it has to be a gift. There’s just no other explanation.