I'm glad I'm older.
I'm glad I'm not the spacey, distracted girl I was in my youth.
Maturity= being in control, being organized is power.
My youngest son is turning 8 next week. His only request was to have a football party. So, we booked the venue. We tried to order a cake, but the commissary said they couldn't do anything special, just a plain cake...that they could charge me and arm and a leg for.
No thank you, I can bake.
So I did.
I made yellow and green cupcakes and frosted them with yellow and green icing (Norwich City colors). Eight of them held soccer ball shaped-candles.
I bought the loot for and packed Norwich City party bags. I also purchased and delivered 20 Cadbury eggs for him to share at his weekly Saturday morning training with his team. All before 11.30 am.
Since my sister-in-law was arriving (from the U.S.) to stay with us sometime after the party, I vacuumed the upstairs and did a quick once over on the house and threw in a last load of laundry.
We all ran out the door, cupcakes and party bags in hand and began the 20 minute drive to the party place.
This is power. "The efficient, well-organized Mom", that's going to be how people describe me.
It was only as we were nearing the building that I thought to look down at my feet.
Imagine my surprise to see my blue, furry slippers still there.
Yes. It's good to be older... people don't think twice about a harried, worn-out mom walking around a sport facility wearing fuzzy blue slippers.