You see, (or you actually don't, which is probably a good thing right now...) our house is a MESS. After a much-more-hectic-than-normal weekend, my house looked like IT had a tornado tear through it.
So I did what most contentious hostesses will do in those circumstances. Apologize. and apologize again. and act really flustered.
Then I remembered. You see, I've been reading the Reluctant Entertainer's book. More specifically the chapter titled "Overcoming the Pitfalls of Perfectionism." :) And I remembered her advice - that when you make a big deal over things being not perfect, you can tend to take the joy out of the evening.
I told Andrew and Mark what I was supposed to be learning and we all had a good chuckle. I quit apologizing and we enjoyed our Sunday evening snack: Crackers and cheese, grapes and popcorn, oreos and pop. We laughed and visited and tracked the movement of the storms online. And when there was a big enough break in the storms, Andrew made a run for it - oreos and root beer in hand. :)
Like it says on my dining room wall:
I really should remember that - I worked hard enough getting that quote up there! :)
It certainly isn't a perfect house.
It isn't perfect food.
Hospitality is helping others weather the "storms" of life (literal or figurative).
It is offering a place for others to pause and refresh before continuing life's journey.
(And now I'm off to do some damage control around here!) :)

