Throwing Little Thought Pebbles at Your Windshield Since 1996
But I became the mother of a five year old today. I’ve been busy.
So here’s the cake that his father and I made for the party yesterday. I baked the cake and got the frosting into the proper colors, he frosted it and decided that the ZipZaps Spongebob car made a better decoration than the one I paid $5 for at the bakery. That’s still cool, I didn’t have to pay for a bakery cake. Here is the final piece of art:
The party was a big success! No bloodshed, no tears. I’m thrilled. I think I suffered the only injury today, and that happened when I was cleaning the house prior to the party. Yes, I got a paper cut. Under my fingernail. It is one of the most painful stupid injuries I’ve ever suffered. I am having a horrible time typing right now, it throbs every time I have to use that finger, which means every time I need to type an E, a D or a C an electric jolt of pain floods my hand.
This is Junior’s last day as a 4-year-old. I’m so sad. 5 years ago right now my contractions were just starting to really really hurt. And that didn’t end until 4:30 in the morning of the 6th. Ahhhh, good times.
Sheesh. Not only do I not get any help getting the snow out of the driveway, I am getting very little help getting the house ready for our little guests tomorrow. He did make a little effort, but not enough, darn it. I put him in charge of two boxes, one for things to put in his room, one for things to be moved to the basement. There was a bag for items to be thrown away – and it stayed empty.
Why does that not surprise me?
More snow. Boy oh boy, this is quite the winter. And I’ve been catching hell all afternoon because I sort of didn’t do a good job yesterday getting the idea off the end of my driveway. Well I was out there, dammit. And it’s the first time ALL season that I didn’t do a good job. For this I should suffer?
Fine then. I’ll just stay trapped in the driveway until spring. Stupid city plows.
