I'm Pretty Sure....

I told myself last year, "No more sleepovers." As it was in full swing last night I remember those words going through my head. I think I need to write it down and put it on the refrigerator right next to the emergency numbers. Or maybe just get a permanent marker and write it on my arm. "No more sleepovers." It's so easy. And if somehow I didn't notice it was on the fridge, or the marker finally got washed off my arm, then at least I hope I have the common sense to not have 14 girls. Cause really, let's just call a spade a spade, that's just stupid. What the hell was I thinking? Well, I'll tell you. I tried to make it smaller, I really did. I actually limited it to 10 (which is still to many) but that was how many invitations were in the pack. I thought, "It's a lot, but I know all these girls. Nothing I can't handle." The thing is Saige has the car salesman gene. She just keeps pushing and pushing me for more girls. She has a reason for each one of them. Somehow we can't not invite whoever if so and so is coming. She just wore me down. I think when all was said and done she had invited 18 girls but thank God above some couldn't come.

So I was left with 14 screaming girls. Oh, and Chase and his buddy Ethan. Both around the same age as the girls so they wanted to hang out with them. Do you know what that lead to? "Moooooommmmmmmm!!!!!!!! Make Chase leave!!!! He's ruining my party!!!!" So that was a fun part too. Then Chase actually said to me, "Why can't we go down there with the girls?" I said, "It's her party Chase, she wants it to be just girls." You know what he said? "Yeah Mom, but you're the boss. You can make her." As if!! Seriously, these children have all the answers. I think I gave him some sort of exasperated answer and he said, "Why are you taking it out on me?" Folks, it would have taken more than boxed wine last night, if I wasn't responsible for all those kids, it would have been a vodka night three ways 'til Tuesday.

So basically, I did my part. I got the food out. Played the game they wanted to play, did the cake and then I disappeared upstairs. It was like gang mentality. At one point I walked down for something and they had actually thrown popcorn and pretzels all over the floor. All. Over. The. Floor. Really? Are you teenage boys? As I walked up the stairs I could hear them asking Saige to go get the school directory, I turned around to tell them, "No prank phone calls." and there were some going out in the back yard. "No outside." I said. Oh my God.

This was definitely an "Inmates running the asylum." kind of night. So please, those of you who know and love me. Set me straight next year. Remind me that I have thrown 21 birthday parties for these kids over the years. I have done my time. Let's take them for a nice long jog with Mommy for your birthday, how 'bout that? That'd be fun. Right?

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Sometimes you just don't have much to say. I guess that's where I am right now. I guess an update of sorts would work , if anyone cares? I dunno.

So, sadly, Bon Qui Qui (bird #4) did I bypass bird #3 in the blog? I might have, because well, it's stupid. But anyway Bon Qui Qui (the first bird not named Olie) has gone on to a better place.
We did think, "This one's going to make it." I don't think anyone was allowed to touch him. One day, over Thanksgiving break, their (Bird's family, who shall not be named, to protect the not so innocent) little niece was there. She pointed in the cage and in a hushed 8 year old voice said, "Look! Bon Qui Qui is sleeping." Bon Qui Qui was lying on the bottom of the cage, little tiny bird legs pointing straight up to heaven. Yeah, not so much with the sleeping Little Sweetheart. I'm sorry Bon Qui Qui got the san (or is it sam, i've never really known) hell outta there. I don't know why, he lived right above the boxed wine. He should have been happy.

So there's that. Hey, Happy Birthday Lula! This was actually Saige's due date. She was kind enough to come early. She's a good egg.

So, I think one of the reasons I don't have much to say is because December is such a crazy month I really have a hard time focusing on anything but the actual day we are in. We have Saige's birthday, holiday stuff, Hanukah and Christmas. Both which are usually spent (as everyone does) with all different parts of the family at all different times. Saige's birthday starts with the actual day, then the dinner, then the party. Until that party is over (it's Saturday) I cannot even bring myself to think about anything else. It's just the way my mind works. It can only deal with so much at once. When It goes on overdrive, shutdown. So let's just make it til Saturday. That's my goal right now.

That's what I've got. A dead bird and a lot of holidays. Throw in therethat the only show I have watched this week is Greys Anatomy and it is turning out to be a huge bummer. I want some (boxed) wine. Sorry Mark B. Cue gagging noises.....now!

11 is A Lucky Number

I don't quite get how our daughter is turning 11 tomorrow. It just doesn't make sense to me. I feel like the last thing I can clearly remember is her climbing out of her crib and telling me she wasn't taking naps anymore. Time just disappears. Vanishes. Sometimes when they were little it seemed to go on forever some days. I have friends with little kids and I hear that all the time. The thing is, it's goes by in a flash. Not to dwell on that. This is her birthday and she is so excited. She has been singing for the last two weeks, "Soon I will be 11." On her birthday card I wrote, "Happy 7th birthday!" I can't even write it.
So Saige is a bright little star. When she was two years old a tarot card reader told me she would be my social one. Friends and travel and always been a step ahead of the game. That reader was right. She is so responsible. It shocks me sometimes. I remember my mother's mother, my "Dotsie," who I loved desperately telling me that your qualities skip a generation, so you are more like your grandmother than you are your mother. I don't know if she made it up. I loved thinking I had that connection with her though. I was little, but I remember that so well. So I like to think that Saige gets that too. I'm the flaky one. Her and my mother have it together. :) RIght Mommy? Yes, I am 39 and still call my mom "Mommy" sometimes. I can only hope that Saige will too.
So, tomorrow we start the festivities. Presents in the morning. Dinner out with friends. Sleepover this weekend with 18 of her closest friends. Fun. Fun. Fun.
Light as a feather, stiff as a board. Remember that? I hope they play it. I love having a girl Especially one so awesome as Saige.
Happy Birthday Gorgeous.
Can I kick it? Yes you can!