Thursday, December 15, 2005
Only One With a Real Job (and it's not I). The party started at 4 p.m. -- a cookie swap of all things but I thought it would be a fun venue for us battle-scared moms of Town X to prepare ourselves for the onslaught of our college kids home for Christmas break. All except one had no problem getting to my house at four which means we have all managed to arrange our lives to an extent that an afternoon party is not an issue. Hmmm. And to think there were eighteen invitees.... The rules of a cookie swap are that everyone is to bring six dozen cookies (preferably home baked) and then at the end of the party you swap with everybody else so that you go home with a basket/tin/plastic bag/whatever of assorted holiday cookies. The dining room table, nearly caving in under the weight of the hundreds of cookies stacked on the table, begged to be attended to so we did our swapping early in order to get down to the real business at hand which was to drink wine, eat cashews, and strategize how to survive the next month. Everyone was duly impressed by my redecorating of the son's room to make it as uninviting to a college senior and soon-to-be graduate as possible. As the last remaining embers of the fire faded in the fireplace the clock struck twelve, my friends tinkled one by one in my almost-completed bathroom, we wished one another luck, and then went to our prospective beds to dream. Oh and the dreams many of these stuck-in-a-rut women must have....
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