hello.hello.hola.

It was Sunday morning, and I had just pulled myself out of bed.  Selma had already been up for an hour. She had cleaned the bathroom, fluffed the pillows on the couch, and was trying to decide between pants or a skirt to wear for the day.  

I had barely splashed cold water on my face, and had started to pile the plates and forks on the table when Selma spoke up:  "So. How are we going to do this baby shower today?  When EXACTLY are we going to play the games? before or after dessert?"  

"Um . . ." I mumbled "I don't really know; I haven't decided yet"

"What!?" Selma looked at me in disbelief "Mama! how can you not know!? Aren't YOU the one planning the baby shower?" 

cough, cough 

In defense of myself, however, I have to say . . . 

Who could have planned for the mama-to-be to disappear into my guest room mid-shower to take an hour nap? (she totally needed it)

It wasn't in the schedule for the papa-to-be to pull Joshua's guitar off the wall and organize an impromptu singing session with all the guests; but he did (and it was awesome) 

I didn't have enough forks or plates for dessert, but one of my guests placed herself on permanent kitchen duty and cheerfully washed everything while I made the coffee (and it was beautiful) 

Not to rub it in, Selma, but I think -that for my creative, quirky, loving, flexible community -I planned just right.*

*But seriously, though, if you need an event coordinator for a more normal group of people.  Selma's your girl.