Whew, didn't think it was such a long time since I last posted. And now here we are, out of the winter doldrums, enjoying a lovely, sunny spring...
Oh, wait. It's still cold out. And it SNOWED tonight. WTF? Good thing the kids got out for a quickie play before the white stuff started coming down. We had friends over for dinner, so while I charred some ribs on the barbecue (cooking meat is not my forte), the kids ran around the yard, tramping repeatedly through the one mucky spot and chalking everything that couldn't run away.
They had loads of fun, but there was some crashing and burning at about 9--can't blame them, this is the third night in a row they've been up past bedtime. Poor, sweet G dissolved into tears when I told him not to smear yogurt on his chin. I had to snuggle him for a few minutes before he could resume eating, which he did very neatly. Poor boy, he's so sensitive even when he's not exhausted. He brings out the mama bear in me.
I am wringing my mama bear paws right now about N's birthday party. First of all, he's turning 6, and that is just so wrong. My baby cannot be this big! Second, I am fretting that nobody will come to his party at a gymnastics place on Sunday. He handed out invitations to a carefully chosen few friends from each of his two classes at school, for a total of 10 guests. That was last week. So far, I've had only one response. I asked for replies by the 8th, and there's only a few days left. What if all his friends totally stand him up? I don't think I could take it. If there aren't any replies, I can issue a last-minute invitation to his non-school buddies, who are already invited to a party here at the house on Saturday...but I'm afraid he would be crushed. This is killing me.
My anxiety levels are climbing lately. Last night I had a hard time falling asleep because I couldn't stop stressing about treat bags for N's parties. Twenty-odd treat bags to make, and for some reason I've only gotten enough stuff for half of them. I think I was blocking the fact that I have two parties to take care of. Pre-traumatic stress? Ah well, the kids are back at school this week, and I will once more be able to run errands with just one kidlet, the still very portable baby J. Who is almost 2--sob! And who will also require a birthday party! More sobs!
Geez, how would I cope if I ever had a real problem?
