Time flies

whether you want it to or not, no matter what you are doing. Unless of course you are doing something you dread then it creeps by or worse seems to move backwards. But that's not the point.

What is the point?

My baby is 8. She's my oldest, but my two are so close in age (they are 16 months apart. Yes, I did do it on purpose. Yes, I am mentally unstable. What's your point)... as I was saying... they are so close in age that I consider both of them my babies.

She's tall, she's mature, and she's 8. Eight! EIGHT! How did this happen? Soon she'll be 10 and then a teenager, and I have been listening to all of you, I know the best is coming.

Sigh.

It isn't enough that I have to deal with my emotional ramifications of her getting another year older... we have to have the dreaded birthday party. I suggested a nice bowling party or pottery painting. You know something where you go somewhere, not your home, and someone, not you, sets it up and cleans it up. Somehow we are doing a kids party in my house. I will have 10 under 10s running around my house which is currently a disaster area. The whole house needs to be bulldozed and start over.

By tomorrow afternoon.

Last night her brother got upset because HE hadn't gotten her a present yet. And I forgot all about buying plates and forks and stuff. And I suppose I should have some sort of activity for them to do. And my parents are coming and I have to remember to get clean sheets on their bed.

Do you feel sorry for me yet?

I didn't think so.

Oh, and Uncle Anon, she squeed when she saw your gift.