I am a procrastinator. It’s who I am. Maybe it’s because I like to live life with that extra amount of stress or maybe I’m just a little lazy until forced to take action, but I always put off today what can be done tomorrow.
Which may explain my stellar GPA in college.
In all fairness, there is only so much a person can retain when trying to read an entire Geology textbook in one sitting the night before an exam. And that’s right, I took Geology, otherwise known as “Rocks for Jocks”, because Biology at Texas A&M is what’s known as a “weed-out” course. It’s a real life study of Darwinian theory, only the strong survive. The rest are spit out on the shores of community college or, at the very least, scholastic probation.
Anyway, months ago, when my friend E announced she was pregnant, I immediately said, “I can’t wait to help plan a baby shower for you!”. And I totally meant it. What’s not to love about baby showers? I mean, pastel Jordan almonds and pink sherbert punch all in one setting, while guests oooh and aaah over an electric breast pump and share their own labor horror stories? What more could you ask for in a social get together?
It doesn’t get any better than that.
A few of us got together and began planning the initial details of the shower. We decided on a date and I volunteered to have the shower at my house because BABY SHOWERS! LOVE THE BABIES! E & W HAVING BABIES! HAPPY! HAPPY! HAPPY!
I wrote the date down on my calendar and it got pushed to the back of my mind because it was months and months away. Then, about a month ago, I received my invitation in the mail and a little light went on that alerted me that the day was drawing closer…and then, it went right back off because a month? A month away? PLENTY OF TIME.
So, on Friday, in the midst of all my thumb trauma, I happened to glance at my calendar and realized the shower was a week away, and as I write this, less than a week away. And the little light inside came back on in FULL PANIC MODE.
ONE WEEK. One week to get my house party ready and oh, plan and cook a brunch menu for 35-40 people. And really, I’m excited about it. I thrive on the pressure. In all honesty, I love having people over and I love cooking for a crowd. And I adore E and could not be more excited for her as she joins the ranks of motherhood.
So, here’s what y’all can do for me, because I know you’re wondering. I’d love to hear about some of your favorite baby shower moments, great brunch recipes and cute decorating ideas.
Help me out, o wise internet friends.