Hosting your own party sucks. Mother's Day is a perfect example. I'm a mother but also a daughter, sister and granddaughter. Every May finds me battling with myself over whether or not I should offer to host. Yes, I realize how selfish this sounds. I should be counting my blessings, grateful that I have not one but TWO 95 year old grandmothers, my own mother and two sisters in law with whom I can share this special holiday. But the idea of spending Mother's Day morning cleaning my house from top to bottom (even though not one person is going to enter my Master Bedroom closet) screaming at my children to stop playing with, touching or even looking at anything I recently put away, as well as organizing food for approximately 20 people does not sound the least bit Mother's Day'ish. So, like any true youngest child or middle school student in math class, I avoid making eye contact with anyone in the room and play a little game called "If I can't see them, they can't see me" when the yearly discussion arises.
Could I be a bigger jerk?
I may be a jerk, but I'm a wise jerk because I have not hosted Mother's Day in many many years.
And I'm pleased to say the avoidance tactics continue to work with other holidays as well. You see, today is...
MY BLOGGY BIRTHDAY!!!
|Today I'm 4!!|
Even Caillou is taking a break from his incessant whining and
futile attempts at hair growth to celebrate with me!
It's my birthday and just like Mother's Day I'm not hosting my party!
For my bloggy birthday, I'm over at WhenCrazyMeetsExhaustion to do a bit of oversharing!
So head over here now to join the party-I'm-not-hosting!
And just so you have an idea of what you're in for, here's a sample...
"There have been a handful of times in my life when I've heard the phrase, 'Put your knees back by your ears...'"
Sounds like your kind of party, right?
Before I go, I'd like to say a HUGE thank you to those of you who have muddled through the silly and patiently read the overly emotional over the last 4 years. This blog began at midnight on a Thursday as a way for me to feel more normal on this journey of parenting and growing up. Over time, though, many of you shared that by reading you began to feel more normal as well. My hope is that over the next however many years we continue to find comfort and camaraderie in this pursuit of normal.
It's been a wild ride, these last 4 years. Thank you
That's just my normal.