son of a...that's gonna leave a mark.

Random things because I have lost my writing mojo.

1. My child, like most men, has developed selective hearing. He can hear a candy wrapper rustling from across the house, and the garage door opening when Daddy comes home from a mile away, but things he cannot hear are:
a) The Cowboy Song. STILL, that song has to be "LOUD, Mommy, LOUD."
b) His cartoons. "I can't hear it. I can't hear it." ...until it's at a deafening level.
c) His name when I want something from him.

2. The pirate birthday party is tomorrow and it's turning into a huge ordeal, as I knew it would. As hard as I tried to keep it simple it has taken on a life of its own.

My inner dialog:

"The party will be from 2-4 so that leaves no place for food. Cake and ice cream for the kiddies. That's it."
But then I got to thinking and remembering that I am not capable of having people enter my home without offering them something yummy.
"Hmm..ok, I'll make some homemade salsa and homemade spinach artichoke dip for the parents/adults while the kids are having their cake and ice cream or while they're playing/treasure hunting. Cool."
...more obsessing ensues...
"Well that's not very nice. I can't have snacks for the adults and not the kids. I'll pick up some pretzels and Cheetos for the kids."
...a few days later...
"Crap, that's not very healthy or well-rounded at all. I'll get some fresh fruit and cheese and crackers..."

So now we have: cupcakes (which I have to make tomorrow), ice cream, 3 kinds of juice, Cokes, bottled water, pretzels, Cheetos, candy, Pirate Booty Popcorn, salsa, spinach artichoke dip, a cheese and fruit plate, BEER (because who can have a party without beer?), ...and I know I'm forgetting something.

Also, I still have to stuff a thousand metallic eggs for the pirate treasure hunt, "hide" them all in the backyard, and oh yeah, make the salsa and the spinach artichoke dip, cut up all the cheese and fruit, put together the goodie bags, decorate......

3. For the love of God, WHY am I still throwing up? And it's worse now, entering my 5th month, than it was in the beginning. I threw up in the car this morning after I took LG to school. Yeah, that was SO pleasant. It probably didn't help that I had just passed the body of a decapitated duck by the park that clearly didn't know how to wait his turn to cross the road. The sad thing is, the poor little guy bit the dust right there on the crosswalk. How can you not see a giant duck crossing the road where the speed limit is like 20 mph??? Anyway, yeah it was a gross morning all around.

4. Still no new car because we still have no tax return back yet.

5. I just want to sleep for days. :-(

6. Oh yeah...one more thing I'm heavily stressing about what to do with the influx of dogs my house is about to have. My one dog is hard enough to deal with on his own, but my sister is bringing her two miniature poodles and my mom is bring her miniature wiener dog. Kill me now. One of the poodles is brand spankin' new, too, and will probably crap all over my house.

is my little boy's birthday!! He's four. I can't believe it.

Happy Birthday Little Guy!!!!!!!