The Sweetie decided last minute that she wanted to invite people over for New Year's Day. I told her "Okay. If you want it, you organize it. I'll prepare food."
She put together a nice Facebook invitation for "Ms_Cellany and The Sweetie's Last-Minute New Year's Day Schindig" (I love her - she can't spell).
Thanks to FlyLady, the house is pretty clean to start with, but we backslid over December, so with an hour a night, it's back in order.
Then she wanted black-eyed peas. I looked at recipes and timing, and decided our best bet was to fix them day in advance. So at 10:30, I said, "So we need to go to the store now if you want them." So we did, with a tune & counterpoint of "I love you enough to drive you to the store in the middle of the night to get beans!" "I love YOU enough to go to the store in the middle of the night, get beans, and prep them when we get home!"
Store closes at 11. "Okay; I know where the salt pork is. You get the beans. Meet you at the register."
On Facebook, we have several refusals (illness, previous plans, cat allergies) and 5 maybes. If nothing else, we'll have a clean house & lots of freezable food!
ETA that I guess I'm not dying on any hills here, but I'm sure delegating on one.