Tomorrow may be challenging. My fab children - who sometimes drive me to despair, and sometimes seem to half kill each other, have come together, along with some of my daughter's friends from school, to organise a fundraising event. So we're opening up the house to maybe 3, maybe 300 people - I don't know (scared, me, with my love of knowing what is going to happen?) It's been well advertised and there will be a very long banner outside our house to attract passers by. I'm hoping the weather will be fine as several of the planned activities involve water. Inside there will be cakes and jumble and numerous guess the name/amount etc kind of games.
Already £28 has been raised from people who wanted to come but couldn't. I don't know if tomorrow there will be disappointment that the effort put in doesn't equal the amount of people coming/money raised. Or if it will be incredibly chaotic and the cakes will run out. I just don't know.
What I do know is that I've not hesitated (well maybe only a little) to support my kids in something they wanted to do. I've not batted an eyelid about strangers coming into my bedroom to rummage through the boxes of books for sale. And I'm really glad about that. I have a wonderful home and feel it's good to let anyone and everyone in - I don't feel a need to protect it. Bit like my heart really :D
come on in, wipe your feet cos I'd prefer not to have massive muddy footprints in my heart/carpets, but even so you're welcome anyway - what's a bit of mess between friends/strangers :)
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