I threw a party this weekend!
My party started early Saturday morning, and I really had done a great job! I hung the balloons of expectations not met, I put up streamers of self doubt, sprinkled the confetti of "woe is me", and baked a huge cake of exhaustion. Then sat on my kitchen floor to the tune of, "It's my party, and I'll cry if I want to" !
My PITY party only lasted for about 2 hours, but boy was it a rave!! My husband was thrilled to be invited, and my children just stayed out of my way. It's a party I don't particularly enjoy throwing, but my preplanning was stellar enough to be hired as an event coordinator for any venue.
I started by never giving myself a break or downtime. I went on to say "yes" to everyone and everything around me. I added in several days of physical labor. Dealt with 2 sick children. Worked for 3 different jobs in one week,which led to errands ,with said sick children ,all over town. Then my husband decided to pitch in with the party planning by taking 2 long business trips back to back, then going to college. The set up was perfect!
The moping started Friday early evening, the anger started late Friday night, and we were in full swing with all the emotions for the party by Saturday morning! The timeline worked well, so that in the second hour of this party I could fully sit on the middle of the floor and cry huge tears, and provide perfect entertainment for the others invited.
And of course the truly great parties usually leave you hungover... and sure enough... my headache lasted the rest of the day!