Coming down from my sugar high

My son's first birthday party went better than imagined.

In spite of the torrential downpour the night before that chased me home before all of my errands were done, it was a marvelous and sunny day. My son got in lunch and a nap before the party. Our friends arrived on time. The babies were all very cute and well-behaved and the adults seemed to be enjoying themselves.

I pressed the tablecloth, cleaned the kitchen, and placed all of my serving ware, plates, cups, and napkins the night before. I converted my laundry room into a poor man's butler's pantry and stocked it with all of the extras and anything else that needed to be grabbed quickly during the party.

I gave my husband a VERY specific list of what to pick up from the store, including cupcakes for the kids with NO sprinkles. I repeat, no sprinkles (chocking hazard).

Both of our families were on hand to help and eager to do so. They were a HUGE help and I am eternally appreciative. My only gripe (and it's my blog so I'm entitled to one) is that our moms would ask me to tell them specifically where everything goes and how is should be placed (at least twice per mom) and then turn to one another and cackle about how "particular" I am...

Is that what I get for being organized?

Then, there were all the ridiculous questions from my mother-in-law like "now, show me how this sink stopper goes in again? I think I put it in wrong last time"... or, "now, tell me again, how to change this trash bag"...

I think what irked me the most was that no one bothered to ask my husband , a man who lives here too, where everything is, from Ziploc bags to more forks. Nope, just me.

I barely got a chance to talk with any of our guests as I was being pulled every which way. I guess that's just what comes with hosting a party...

Now, why do I love it so much again????

As a side note, my son thoroughly enjoyed his first cake and received more toys than he know what to do with and that I know where to put! Even I'm getting a bit overwhelmed.