Had brother and sister in law and their kids over for a casual lunch on Sunday. I spent all of the week thinking about what to serve and how it would go.
Saturday morning I got my hair done which took longer than I expected so I was stressed about getting everything done and then I had an argument with DP about him helping me move furniture. Our house is tiny and there's too much furniture in it (renting for a year) so it's impossible to have more than two people sit comfortably and sociably anywhere.
For some reason he just doesn't think about that stuff and didn't see a problem when there clearly was no way we could've had people sitting on the floor to eat lunch or with their backs to each other.
Anyway we had a furious argument and he sat and watched films while I cleaned the house top to bottom on Saturday night (while pregnant I might add), then on Sunday morning I prepared all the salads and finished the cleaning while he slept. He came downstairs at about 9.30 and helped me move the dining table and I tried not to cry getting annoyed with everything then suddenly it was 11.30 and they text to say they were almost here!
I just felt like I never got out of the anxiety stress state and didn't enjoy the day at all. Their kids were so energetic and loud and I barely even had a moment to spend quality time with them so feel bad about that now.
I couldn't engage properly despite trying to pre-prep as much as I could, I was just super stressed the entire time about our tiny living space, I can't even drink at the moment to relax so it just felt like a huge waste of money and energy. Exhausted and woke up at 4am to DP snoring contentedly beside me.
I just HATE hosting and think what is the point?!