Is Jesus invited to the party?

In all of my sudden zest to take care of home here on earth I left my budding relationship with my Lord Jesus in the dust, in the background of the goings on of my life. For a second there I forgot Who had been holding me all the time, permitting me to bask in the warmth of this high I'm on as I spin carelessly and carefreely through my life's day-to-day trials and issues, pushing them aside deeming them unimportant. My Lord knocks on the door of my heart's consciousness asking to be let in, to be taken off of the shelf as if I don't need him right now. Why am I so willing to rejoice in my life, yet so unwilling to share it with God. The sheer fact that I am so happy with how things are going right now should be an unavoidable impetus to a life of praise and glorification that should be un-ceasing. I find it altogether too easy to kick Jesus aside and focus on my own (mistakingly) affairs. What sense does it make to delight in what the Lord has done for my life, but to leave him out of it? Just because things are going so well doesn't mean I need to fall back on prayers or that our quiet time should be less of a priority. I know that every peak in life has it's valley and I should be preparing for the next valley sure to come... but that's not the main reason I should work so hard to cling to Jesus's presence in my life right now. Knowing God involves knowing Him through sorrow's and joys. He's not purely a 911, commiserating Savior. Who wouldn't want to share their good news and sunny days with their best friend.