For the first time in years, Miss Ky slept through the night and DIDN'T travel in to visit me.
However,
Husband lost his mind and decided that 2 or 3 am is the perfect time to get up and re-make the bed. I could NOT believe it. I still think he was sleep-bed making, but he swears the blankets were messed up.
by 8 am little birthday boy had opened pressies.
by 9 am I drove into town to buy the food things for the party.
Received a text from Hubby, "When you get a signal, call home please".
Bad news:
Apparently I had a brain hemorrhage sometime a few weeks ago and had put two different times on party invites. I had two moms in the same place and their invitations said 1-3.30 and 3-5. They had called to see what I was up to. Women are now laughing at me and saying they're blaming it on pre-menopause.
Back up: one of the women just happened to be the one I sucked up the courage to call about a week ago to ask her what time I had put on the invitations...
I drove home quickly. Frantically tried to get numbers to ring all of these people I don't know to ask what time their invitations said. A2 had invited his entire class.
Fortunately for me, some of those kids are only discovering their invites tonight as they prepare their book bags to return to school tomorrow after a very long Easter holiday.
by 11am I drove to the building to decorate -- with all food stuff still unprepared due to the phoning required. Kids played while I decorated. I would have to prepare food during the party. Sometime.
At 12.30 I told my kids it was time to put on their costumes. Aaaargh! Pirate party Ye know.
Only...
I had left the costumes at home. 20 minutes away.
I could dwell on the fact that everything worked against me this month, but instead would like to see 7 positive points (yes, it's me writing this post and not some guest blogger):
A. A2 had a great time today.
B. I didn't kill anyone in my crazed drive home and back
C. The costumes were by the door on a chair and hadn't been put on the roof of the car or any other equally stupid place.
D. It didn't matter that it rained since I had opted on an indoor party.
E. Being of "advanced maternal age" when he was born means that I fully appreciate this time watching him grow.
F. Now with this party over, I may be able to concentrate on things like... blogging a decent post for the first time in a month.
G. Flights may resume tomorrow.
Ok, "G" really has nothing to do with our pirate party, but it's important to other people (F might be as well).
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A2... 7 years ago, heavily pregnant I traipsed through the desert, walked into the hospital, donned an unfashionable backless gown and instantly despised the woman who would become my nurse.
I think even that day started better than this one...
But the results were equal-- in the joy I felt watching you run and laugh today and the sweet little newborn face I lovingly melted into then.
Your impish ways, soft heart, contagious giggle, odd British/American accent, are the highlights of my day.
Happy 7th birthday big guy.
