Friday, October 24, 2008

Stupid, stinkin, spinning planet...

Though my daughter would argue otherwise, I feel as though today is all about ME. Though she is the one who has turned 3 (THREE for cryin out loud!!), I am the one who will never be a parent to a baby or toddler again... I am the one who is mourning the end of this stage WAY more heavily than I had forseen. WAHHAHHAHHH!!! Rumble, Grumble, Rawr.... Gimme some more coffee...

Sigh... Thankfully, I cannot sit around and mope. I can't even sit online and browse, as I have so much to do today... "Overwhelming" doesn't even come close.

I have to CLEAN. As in, there is laundry scattered around the family room floor. It was clean last night, but, due to my freakin wonderful cats, each piece must be smelled to assure that it hasn't been peed on. Nice, eh? Nothing better than taking a deep whiff with your nose buried in material only to find out that someone DID pee on a shirt. Add that to the piles of dishes, messy office, bathrooms, and general household cleaning that didn't get done (SHOCKING, I know...) and you have a good 4-5 solid working hours to get the house clean enough for tomorrow's party.... No prob.

I have to bake a cake. A white cake with white frosting and yellow flowers with Tinkerbell sitting atop it. There needs to be a LEGIBLE birthday greeting for my big girl, somewhere amidst these flowers and vines and fairy. Which is fine cuz, you know, I'm a professional baker and all... cough... (My cakes for my kids should be a whole post unto itself...)

Ah yes, a present to wrap around a girl that doesn't nap anymore.

And a menu to not only purchase food for, but also PLAN. Ha. "Planned Menu." Sometimes I crack myself up...

So. Wah wah. My baby's growing up. Yes, I cried yesterday as I walked behind her en route to picking up the boys from school. Yes, I rocked her in my arms and told her the story of her being born. Yes, the tears flowed. Yes, she struggled to get out of my loving arms and into her dang big girl bed...

Freakin Earth spinning and making time pass. Dumb, stupid, passage of time...


Happy Birthday, baby girl. Ignore Mommy's tears today... I'm so proud of you and excited to see you growing up. REALLY!
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