(Photo stolen from Jeremy Dunham on Flickr)
It's Free-Association Friday! On a Thursday because it's 11:19 p.m. as I type this and I know darn well I won't finish before midnight and it's well into Friday on the east coast, and I haven't done a No Punctuation Wednesday in FOREVER, and this is pretty close.
Kinda want to bitchbitchbitch because this week I started a new phase of my job called Save My Job and involves ** ulp ** COLD CALLING, which I despise but which is actually pretty good for me. So I've been so focussed on this at work (which involves excessive insane nervous Twittering, of course, but THAT'S ALL PART OF MY EVIL PLAN) that I wasn't paying attention to the date, and it's here.
Smedley's eighth birthday.
Oh, I shopped, for the most part -- one or two small things left to take care of -- but I completely forgot about the whole Cupcakes At School phenomenon. I was, of course, reminded of this tonight, by Smedley, at 8:17 p.m. Panic ensued. Well, not really, because I am a great believer in a well-stocked pantry, which does not, apparently, include chocolate chips. Cupcakes were not an option because Smedley shares a birthday with another little girl in her class, and her mom will bring cupcakes. 25-30 second graders eating TWO cupcakes at one sitting? I don't think so.
So I made oatmeal cookies, which will really chap Smedley's hide in the morning when she wakes up to discover this, but that's what the goodie gods directed me to do, so there you go. From 9:00 to 10:00 p.m. Plus I'm a firm believer in packing food full of hidden nutrition, so they are oatmeal broccoli cookies.
AND we're not having a party Saturday because of about 13 reasons I'm just too tired to share, so -- like last year -- we'll have a kid party NEXT Saturday, when the weather will probably be perfect, if history is on my side. That's what we did last year, and it was fantastic, whereas the actual birthday day was rainy. But will Smedley remember this nature fact when I casually mention the plan to her tomorrow? I'm certain she won't.
Okay, here's one reason: the other (very nice) little girl having a birthday is going to be a Super Popular Cheerleader someday, and we have not heard anything about a birthday party for her, which means she is probably having a sleepover like the one she had last year, and if Smedley were to invite kids to OUR (not happening on the right day) park party (lame-O mom), most of the girls would not be able to come because they'd be heading off to Cheerleader Girl's party instead.
I can't take that chance.
So Smedley will hate me when she realizes it tomorrow, but I'd rather have her hate ME than have no one show up to her party.
Sorry for the ramble, but I uncorked the Mom Bottle and now it's foaming all over the floor and I can't put it back.
When did motherhood -- no, CHILDHOOD -- become so political?
Oh crap -- Saturday's my anniversary, too.
11:45 and I'm screwed. Happy Free-Association Friday, everybody.