Today I am 34. What is that in dog years? A few things rumbling through my vacant mind today. For one, where does it say that I can't plan my own birthday party? As kids, we wait to see what mom and dad put together, and then get upset or disappointed when things don't go our way. (It's easy for the 1st and 2nd party, the kids really don't know what is going on.) So where does it say that even as adults, someone else has to plan our party. I decided that I wanted to go to a winery this weekend, for a special event they are having. I put the word out, I bought the tickets, I made the hotel reservations and a group of 12 or 13 of us are going. Rob wanted to do something for me tonight, so we are having people over to watch the Dodger game (although they already clinched their division.) He didn't want me to go pick up my own cake (a DQ ice cream cake- YUM!) because he felt bad. But where is it written that I can't pick up (or even bake) my own cake. Right. It's not. So I have what I want, when I want it, because it's my b-day.
On to the rest of life- "I'm not really this stupid, I promise." Have you ever had one of those moments when someone asks you a question, and you are standing there and you can feel your mind turning, but your mouth doesn't move? You can see the other person looking at you, waiting for a response, but you just can't talk. It's the weirdest thing! I've had alot of those moments lately. I keep thinking someone is going to accuse me of being a moron. I'm not, really. It's just that sometimes my mind gets going so fast, and I catch myself having the entire conversation in my head, that a few seconds go by before I realize I haven't said anything. It's usually at that point that I trip over my tongue too, which makes for great party fun.
"Am I a bad mom?" We were at Disneyland on Saturday and I broke down and bought B a very adorable Tinkerbell costume complete with wings. I had to stop and wonder, if that makes me a bad mom. I made her Dorothy costume for her first Halloween, and then her pirate costume last year. So is it o.k. to take a year off? I'm not slacking, really. I'm making albums for GG's 85th party, and a video for that too (if I can figure out the freakin' program!). So it's not like I'm not doing anything else. I just hope that it's o.k., that she's not traumatized by not having me make her costume this year.
"Hiding gifts." Gone are the days of hiding things in plain sight. This kid is way too smart for me. Up until now, whenever we bought her things, we would just leave them in the boxes, but out in plain sight. Her world was bounded by what she could see and she didn't really care about what was on the counters or table. Gone are those days, just gone. We picked up a doctor kit somewhere for her, and it's been sitting on the kitchen counter. The other day, she looked up and said "mommy, what is that doctor thing up there?" I had to lie and say it was "nothing." I'm not sure how she knew what it was, although there was a small picture of what was inside, so maybe it was that. (Or at 2 and a half, she was reading the word "doctor" on the side of the box, which may have happened.) But we now have to actively hide gifts, which is going to be fun with a birthday and Hanukkah coming up. Fun, indeed.
On that note, I'm going to pack up for the day and head out to get B and then get my cake. Then I'm going to go home, turn on an Ariel movie and watch B play. That's a good way to end a rather random and crazy day.