Whenever I host anything at my house, I'm always running late. I think I secretly get my kicks out of this...but regardless, I'm always finishing things very, very last minute. The to-do list usually consists of the following:
Finish making snacks
Finish creating game
All with 52 minutes before people show up.
When I'm scrambling and wiping down counters, throwing the sponge across the room into the sink and lighting the last few candles...I ALWAYS feel like Elizabeth Shue in Adventures in Babysitting.
After their huge adventure in NYC (shit, apparently it's Chicago) and getting the kids home safely; she's scrambling to clean up the mess and just as the parents open the door she jumps over the couch, plops down, opens a magazine and looks up at them, "Oh hey...you guys are home already?"
Rushing around my kitchen reminds me of how much I wanted to BE Elizabeth Shue.
I maybe still do.