Interesting. I had no idea that so many of us would be so afflicted. I learned my lesson
recently when relatives phoned at 11 am and said they would indeed be available for dinner. I was all alone.
I had to plan, shop, prepare, clean, cook, set the diningroom, prepare drinks and hors d'oeuvre, and clean the kitchen before they arrived at 6. They came an hour early without calling first, all 4 of them.
I did a 6 course meal from scratch. I know it was a fine meal, I am my own worst critic; but I had no appetite at all. They left at 3 am apologizing for the mess they were leaving me alone with. (fine with me, I was ready to look at it again after some sleep)
Now here's the stinky thing. I could have prepared a much simpler meal and it would have passed with these folks just as well. Two of them didn't even know what they were eating, and I suspect, really didn't care. The others knew that I had gone to a lot of trouble but were uncertain as to what kind of trouble.
So, do we cook for our own pleasure of the creation, or our pleasure of anticipating the eating? If we know we're going to be too exhausted, is it worth it? Or do we cook for the pleasure of our company? In that situation, I was cooking for them, but if it happened again...I'd go much simpler. And enjoy the company more.