My son turned 7 today, and he said, “I had a great birthday, Mom.  Thank you.”  Gosh, I love this kid. 

It was his day, so he got to do whatever he wanted at home.  He wanted to go to the library with big sister, first time without me.  They walked there, then right before I started to worry (LOL), I heard them walking back, giggling.  He wanted grilled hot dogs, hamburgers and potato chips for dinner.  I added homemade cole slaw.  He wanted vanilla cupcakes with chocolate frosting–in three sizes.  Jumbo, regular and mini.  He played outside with his friends, had dinner and “cake” with me, big sis and daddy, then played outside some more.  Now, he and big sis are sitting on the front steps, in the dark.  They love being out in the dark.  And instead of getting the usual 5 minutes, he asked for 10.  I’m giving him 30.  Then tomorrow his birthday gift arrives.  PS2 with three games.  Yeah, I won’t see him tomorrow.  LOL

Last night, (new topic) I had a meltdown with Crystal.  She listened while I freaked out.  It was writing related and no need to get into the gory (what the hell am I doing?) details, especially since I feel a tad better today.  Just a tad.  The thing is, all the questions, doubts, fears and what ifs don’t matter.  Well they matter, but they don’t change anything.  And I still have to live with my doubts, fear and what ifs.  So, even though I took today off, completely away from writing (well I thought about it a little, I couldn’t not), tomorrow I will get back to writing this WIP–even if it kills me.

Well, we discovered our family will not be able to come up for my son’s 7th birthday on Wednesday.  I’m a little disappointed because he was really wanting a party.  He didn’t get one last year for the same reasons.  So, I plan to make it National Baby Boy Day! Although I’m not exactly sure how. LOL  We have no money, so we’re not going anywhere, but I asked him what game he wants to play and what he wants for dinner.

We’re playing Monopoly (the long way) and having grilled hot dogs and hamburgers.  He also wants vanilla cupcakes with chocolate frosting (which means I’m making frosting from scratch).  I plan to go down tomorrow night and hang balloons, so he’ll wake to them Wed. morning.  I can’t wait to see his precious little toothless face.  Gosh, I love this kid so much (both my kids).

They truly are so sweet and kind, aren’t aggressive or bullies.  They are polite and have great hearts.  So sensitive and caring.  I have been so blessed.

Unfortunately, his gifts aren’t coming until Thursday, lol poor baby.  So I suspect he’ll be glued to the television all Thurs. when PS2 gets here. :D  Have I mentioned how much I love my kids?

My son was invited to a neighbor child’s birthday party today. The child is a year younger than my son, a girl, and someone he plays with. He is closer to a neighbor boy, but this little girl is one of those children that makes herself the center of everything. And God forbid, if others don’t too. We weren’t handed an invitation, like the other neighbors. No, the mother said my son could go AFTER her daughter asked, with my son by her side. What could the mother say? So, he runs over to me, all excited, asking if he could go. Last year, the little boy had a party he was NOT invited to. Do you remember what that feels like? Do you know what it feels like for me, the mom?

Well, I called the birthday mama to validate the invite. She said yes, and that my daughter and myself could come too. They were having a cook-out and it was from 1-3. Fine.

After some consideration (I hate these adults sooo much, but will try to do what is best for my kids), I started to wonder if we should go. I discussed it with my son. This would’ve been his first birthday party. He believed he would go and get to play with the girl the entire time. LOL, poor, naive child. She invited many kids, supposedly, and knowing this child, it wouldn’t happen.

After some talk, we all decided we did not want to attend. (I wasn’t going regardless. *shudders*) I gave my son a choice which involved a long story. Suffice to say, I truly do not have the money to buy her a gift. My son’s birthday is in one month, and I have to get our cat neutered. So, we planned to have a party of our own.

I went to the store this morning and added snack cakes and chips to my grocery list, plus hot dogs and pizza crust, and more. We spent about 5 hours playing board games, eating, laughing hysterically and just being goofy. It was the best damn party I’ve ever been to.