with the way that I feel today. My eyelids are heavy, my head is in a fog, and I'm a second away from falling asleep, for what seems like the 4th time today. Thank goodness it is actually bedtime! I don't think Baby J appreciated my inability to distinguish between day and night, with me today aimlessly holding her Little People while she babbled all around me.
I wish I could say that I was out all night partying, throwing back fruity drinks, and dancing my toes off. Heck, I would have even felt better if I could say I was at book club, and accidentally had one too many glasses of wine. No, my friends, I can't even say that I was watching one of the Real Housewives and knitting my night into oblivion.
Yesterday, I threw a cooking party for my little girl and her 9 little friends. And survived.
It all seemed like such a great idea - to plan for them to make a three course lunch, THEN eat, THEN blow the candles, and THEN open presents. I had visions of me fluttering gracefully, smiling and guiding their little hands as they spread the pizza sauce, and carefully cut their strawberries for their dessert.
Instead, I was a sweaty mama piglet. And three hours after the first little girl arrived, I was done. I put my feet up, and I cradled the beer that I had opened before the party, and I took my third sip from it. And then I ate a little bit of everything I had made for the other adults earlier in the afternoon.
It wasn't all bad, despite all of this whining I am doing. Actually, it was one of the best parties I've thrown for my children. All of the little girls that celebrated with us were all just lovely. My family and the mommies that came along with these little girls graciously helped me organize dishes, label plates, manage the mess and corral the herd. There was a lot of laughing in our kitchen.
And my daughter was happy...so so happy.
But wow - what a hangover.
My pillow calls....I hope you all had a great weekend!
