I’m in trouble. Serious trouble. I have invited 13 people over to our house for Christmas Eve dinner. That makes 17 of us in all. 6 of those will be children. I just figured out where everyone will sit - 6 in the kitchen at a kids table, 6 at our dining room table, 5 at a large circular folding table in the music room. I figured out how to mix and match my china so that we’ll have enough. I only have to borrow four chairs, so I am feeling lucky. But that’s not the part that keeps me up late at night, worrying. The FOOD. How many potatoes am I going to have to mash?? What about wine? How much wine do eleven people drink over the course of a meal?
What kind of dessert should I serve? light or extremely delicious? Where can i get crackers in Alabama???
Don’t get me wrong. I am very excited about having everyone over at our new house. This house is my “grownup” house. It will be mine until I’m 50-something, at least, and I’m settled into my life. It’s a chance to show people who have always thought of me as one of the “kids” that I am doing well, with kids of my own.
As for the rest of Christmas, we’re going to Disney World right after, and so our kids are not getting much for the actual day. I’m a little worried about the trip, as 15 hours in a car with 4 other people is liable to make anyone cranky, but we have movies, and a DVD player, and hopefully that will turn the backseat into zombies. It’s worked like a charm many times before.
We have been doing an advent calendar every day -the kind with empty compartments that Mommies fill up with candy and stuff. Roo’s already opened all of them, resorted their contents and eaten some of the candy. Next year, I’m not putting anything in any compartments until the day of! Four year olds are just SNEAKY.
Anyway, Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year 
