After the protracted freakout and sleepless night I endured after posting the pictures below (friends coming, house dirty, floors not done, christmas shopping not done, baking not done, tree not up, bought my sister the wrong product for her birthdy after she Specifically Told Me EXACTLY WHAT PRODUCT TO BUY, dammit, why can't I ever get it right, must make good numbers for rest of month at work but how how how?) the news on the home improvement front today is quite optimistic.
The floor sanding (aka dust boming, especially with the convenience of forced air heating which can take up and recirculate sanding dust throughout the entire house, yay!!) should be done by Wednesday. The finishing might well be done on Monday of next week. Therefore, in theory, the fumes will have receded by Friday the 23rd. On which day my husband will most likely drive 100 miles up to the house to commence cleaning in a probably futile attempt to save his marriage as I shop for Christmas Eve dinner that we planned to have at our apartment and which got hijacked by some other friends.
Now the moving of the dinner, mind you, actually means less work for me (as we'll all pitch in and I don't have to see my best linens sullied). But this also means I have to relinquish creative responsibilty and Total Control over the celebration. Which, for me, = Big Effing Deal. I mean, it's Christmas. I WANT to break out all my good linens and china and be a total control freak and throw a great dinner party that goes off without any hitches!!!
However, I'm resolving to just focus on my One Appointed Dish (the Capon), take a deep breath and go with the flow on our very non-family-centered, slightly nomadic, house-cleaning-in-the-morning-included Christmas Eve Into Christmas plan.
Oh, and for the record, it's Piedmont Wine Only (Barbera and then Barolo) for Christmas Day. It's my party, I can serve Good Italian Wine to French People if I want to. Especially if I have to dustmop everything first.
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