Hypocrite or Compassionate

Some say both, most say the first.

I am Vegan, my husband is not. We are both understanding and supportive of who we are as individuals as we are so different and not just in the kitchen. I have written about our diet differences before and have received total negative backlash for being married to a carnivore. They way I see it; he is who he is and I am who I am and neither of us are going to change. I didn't marry him to change him, that would be a terrible reason to get married in my opinion. But we are understanding of one another and our individual choices. I guess this doesn't sit well in the Veg community.

Yes, I buy the majority of the groceries and sometimes I will pick up his meat. He does the same for me, I know not exactly tit for tat but he has become so great at reading labels over the last 9 years that he will pick up on some ingredients that I have overlooked. He is supportive of my decision to raise our two sons Vegetarian and likes looking for analogs to get for our 6 year old who wants to eat like Daddy but doesn't want to eat a cow. We have blended our diets, even me going back to Vegan, so well that it's just what we do.

My issue is that as a Vegan we are supposed to be compassionate. I believe compassion does not end with animals and the environment extends to those that we love. So why would a wife being compassionate about her husbands choices be seen as hypocritical? I don't know. Maybe the compassion is really the hypocrite here.

Seriously?

So my oldest son turns seven years old at the end of the month and of course there is to be a celebration. Usually, it's small. Just a few family and the party used to be at our house. The last few years it has moved on to "venues" to keep kids busy and to house those who I don't want to clean up after. This year it has already gone out of control. I did a preliminary count of those who would be invited and the total is over 50 people including children. 50! WTF? My husband and I both have large families and it seems we are inviting them all which isn't a bad thing.

The bad thing is my brain. How do I say this; my house is not the most tidy. I live with men, three of them are little men but not one of them is a clean freak like me. I try to keep the house up but it usually just ends up right back where I started in less than an hour. How am I supposed to get it ready to withstand 50+ people in less than a month? Holy Hell. I need my carpets cleaned, but should I wait until after the party. It's pretty bad but I would hate to pay money to have it clean and then something happen. I can't drink that much during a 7 year old's party...can I? We can't have it at a 'venue' we can't afford to feed 50 people but we could swing it at the house. Man, I better get my ass in gear if we are going to pull this off.