Monday, April 28, 2014


I am in the midst of planning and preparing for a first birthday party. First let me just say that this should not be happening. I have a hard time believing that #3 was born almost a year ago. I remember it so well. 3 of my co-workers were gone all week and I went home Friday having contractions. I went to some garage sales on Saturday and for some reason, I went to Wal-Mart Saturday night. I never, ever, ever go to Wal-Mart on a Saturday night. But that must've been what it took because I woke up early Sunday morning with contractions and pain and...well, you can figure out the rest. Plus, I'm sure I blogged about it.

There are some aspects of my life where I can be really hyper-organized. Like this birthday party, for example. I already ordered the cupcakes. I picked out the theme, ordered the supplies, and I already have the invitations ready to be mailed. I have a notebook with multiple lists - guests, party favors for the kids, food, what I need to buy, ideas for decorations, etc. I must be wearing off on my kids because last night they started their own lists of games to play.

Honestly, though, I don't know if this does more harm than good. Sometimes I have a bad habit of over-planning, over-thinking, overdoing it in general and all that does is stress me out. Like, I might think I have enough food, but at the last minute, I'll decide to make some random dish just because. One year for #1, I made those cupcakes that are supposed to look like hamburgers, with the cupcake as the bun and a brownie as the hamburger (I'd link to it, but I'm sure all that will do is get me distracted on Pinterest...but I'm pretty sure it was Bakerella). There was really no reason for me to even attempt to do something like that. Other than to be creative, I guess? Some years I've made cakes or cupcakes. Some years I've bought them. Some years I try to plan fun, elaborate games. Other times, I just expect the swingset to be enough. 

I can't stop myself from over-trying. And then I'm seriously disappointed when no one notices or seems to care. So why do I continue to do this to myself? Because I know I'm not THAT mom. The one that does everything right. The one that doesn't get stressed out. The one that decides to invite 10 more people at the last minute because that would be fun. No. I'm the freaked out, stressed out, worn out basketcase. 

This year will be better, though. I don't have a job this year, so I have ALL THE TIME to do ALL THE THINGS. Everything inside and outside will be spotless. Well, it would be if all these other people didn't live in this house. Because they don't care about the condition nearly as much as I do. Why is that? That's right, because I over-everything. They can all take it easy and enjoy the ride while I do all the work. But that's the mom's job, right?

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