A break?

Today reminds me of this post: Men are like puppies.

It's day four of our holiday hosting craziness. Much less pressure today - the in-laws, my brother and sister in law and our friends the Keelings. Not so much "holiday-ness" around today (especially since it's 65 degrees outside). Just a day to get together with some friends we haven't seen in a while. And in all fairness, Lauren did offer to host, but with 8 of us, plus two dogs, there's just a bit more room to spread out here.

So Mike decided that he would cook today. No one should be shocked to discover that this means tacos for dinner.

All that's great, but as I tried to explain to him last night, that still meant that I'd grocery shop, cut up all the toppings, slice the chicken, vacuum the floor (goodness, I haven't vacuumed this much in ages!), and set the table. Then I'd step out of the kitchen for 15 minutes while he put meat in a pan and added a bag of seasoning. It'd splatter all over the place, he'd get kudos for "making" dinner, and then I'd (most definitely with the help of his parents, I'm sure) clean up.

He was appalled at what he characterized as my unfair description. So he insisted that we stop at the grocery store together on the way home from church, and that I go out for a pedicure this afternoon. That HE'D do EVERYTHING for dinner - the prep and the cooking (He did draw the line at cleaning up, though. Oh, and I still vacuumed and set the table, which involved laundry because a girl only has so many linens!).

This all makes me extremely nervous. I have to admit, I just don't trust it. I feel like he's going to use every dish in the house. And he'll forget things - like not chop up onions or tomatoes because he doesn't use them on his tacos. And that the meal won't run as smoothly as I'd like it to.

I know, I know! I have control issues! And I have issues with letting go of being the hostess, even if it's close friends that don't give a hoot if we serve salsa from the jar instead of in a nice dish.

He's being very thoughtful in making dinner.

But I'm still nervous. I wonder when he'll start the margaritas.