On New Year's Eve our theme was cops and robbers. The kids and I had fun decorating the house for the party. If I had known about the post party body count (due to party-induced germ-sharing) ahead of time, I would have just asked all 40 attendees to find a spot on the floor to lie down so that we could make a physical note of the suffering that was to come. From the intel I've been able to gather, almost half of the party-goers came down with a grueling case of the stomach bug. Five long days later, we're still picking each other up. The only thoughts I've had about entertaining are along the lines of NEVER hosting a large party gathering again. I have Holiday Party PTSD. For reals. Just the mental image of the buffet brings on the gag reflex. I've become the hand-washing militant, and snack-eating police.
("Get your germy hands out of that pretzel bag and pour yourself a bowl!")
I swear my stomach is still gurgling.
What a party MESS.