I hope this isn't setting a precedent

We had two birthday parties for the first birthday. Does this mean I’ll have three for the second?

Whew! What a week.

It started with Spring cleaning (most of) the house last weekend for the family party on Monday night. That went well, I think. No one cried or was maimed (OH WAIT. Nephew #2 fell and hit his head on the coffee table. Tears AND maiming.) But really, all parties involved were on their best behavior. The food was good, the company was good. The grandmothers got to play with Joshua. We’ll mark it in the win column.

Yesterday was the friends party. We were able to keep the house clean all week (WAHOO!). There was plenty of food (and plenty of leftovers. Except for the nuggets.) I think the babes had a blast playing with Joshua’s toys. I think the adults had a blast having conversations with other adults for a change. So we’ll mark this one in the win column, too.

Joshua thought he’d hit the sugar JACKPOT with cake twice in one week. And he sort of did. And since there’s still cake left from yesterday, I can’t guarantee that I won’t give him a bite later today. I’m such a bad mommy. Loading my kid up on sweets and sugar and then LEAVING TO GET A PEDICURE. Yep. That’s right. I’m supposed to get “me time” today to get a pedicure. Or a manicure. Or something for ME.

WOOT.

I’ve just been feeling incredibly overwhelmed lately, which is probably the reason for the lack of posting. I’ve been unnaturally exhausted since Joshua’s stomach bug. It’s really hard to explain. By the time I hit 3:00 p.m., I cannot hold my eyes open. I feel like I zombie through dinner, bath, bed, laundry, TV, etc. to just get it done.

And it’s hard for me to admit that I need time to myself. Because I’m away from Joshua all day, I just want to be with him in the evenings. But I NEED some time to myself. NEED. In the way Amy Winehouse needs hairspray. And crack.

So, time for me will commence this afternoon. And then it’ll be back here to clip coupons and go grocery shopping. And grade papers. And finish the laundry. And plan the meals for the week. And…well, you get the idea.

But for the hour I’m in that chair, it’s all about me.