This was my kitchen the morning after our latest party . . .
I have friends that could never go to bed and leave their kitchens looking like this . . .
And I have others that clean during the party, so by the time the guests leave, at least half the clutter has already been cleared . . .
I have still other friends that manage to get the guests to help, and the guests are more than delighted to do so . . .
And, yes, indeed . . . I have considered those options . . .
And I haven't discarded any of those ideas completely . . .
But for now, I love the morning after! Seriously! I really, really do! For me, cleaning up is a meditation. It allows me to re-live the party. I think about what worked, and what didn't . . . As I wash, I'm flooded by memories: I smile at the conversations from the previous night. I remember other parties, toasts, moments in time that were fun! The older I get, the more tolerance I seem to have for people's outrageousness. And then, I always say a quiet little prayer of thanks . . .