About a week before Tim and I got married I realized that I hadn’t ordered flowers for the wedding. The very nice young girl on the phone was so sweet and excited when I explained I needed a wedding bouquet for the next Friday. "You’re eloping!" She squealed. Um. No. I’m just not that good at party planning.
So, last Thursday or so, I looked at Tim and asked if we should invite his family out to Josie’s birthday. I expected us, my sister, my friend Rebeccah (and her son, as he is betrothed to my offspring) and Tim’s dad to be there and pictured… cake. And maybe burgers. But, heck, with his aunts and uncles safely an hour in either direction I figured it was the right thing to ask. Who would trek out to the ‘burbs on a Thursday night?
Last count, close to thirty people.
Holy crap. My baby is turning a whole year old, a fact which makes me randomly weep while shopping for wooden blocks, and just to add to the fun a whole house full of my Italian in-laws are showing up! Other things that have made me cry today (other than the blocks, and did I mention that the baby is turning one and therefore no longer technically a baby and when did that happen and why can’t she be a baby forever?) include the Italian bakery that I planned on ordering cupcakes being closed- on a Monday! and the shop I planned on having cater the party being out of business when I stopped by to order a party platter. I can only assume the shop closed it doors once it heard that I naively and foolishly invited people I did not plan on coming to a party that I did not plan on having.
Holy crap. My baby is turning a full year old, and I’m not ready for that or a house full of relatives and I have no cupcakes or food or plan.
My head may fall off.
