I have an overflowing inbox of LJ comments I will try and answer but...
Lauren is home sick with a cold.
My head is killing me, my throat is sore; you see where I'm going with this, right?
Tonight is E's Halloween party which I've been working at ALL WEEK, decorating the basement. I'm getting freaked out by it in a way my own parties don't (David and I love giving parties but the guests are all people we've known for years; the sort you find loading your dishwasher for you at the end and tidying up even when you tell them to leave it, bless 'em). Tonight it's going to be some kids I don't know that well (mixed in with kids who're practically family) and I won't be supervising, I'll be upstairs listening anxiously for problems and trying not to be an embarrassing mom.
Whole new ballgame.
And David returns from France midway through it.
Excuse me. Got 45 balloons to blow up, tie a string to and staple gun the string to the basement ceiling. Luckily I also have my friend who is coming over soon with coffee and energy in abundance to help.
Lauren is home sick with a cold.
My head is killing me, my throat is sore; you see where I'm going with this, right?
Tonight is E's Halloween party which I've been working at ALL WEEK, decorating the basement. I'm getting freaked out by it in a way my own parties don't (David and I love giving parties but the guests are all people we've known for years; the sort you find loading your dishwasher for you at the end and tidying up even when you tell them to leave it, bless 'em). Tonight it's going to be some kids I don't know that well (mixed in with kids who're practically family) and I won't be supervising, I'll be upstairs listening anxiously for problems and trying not to be an embarrassing mom.
Whole new ballgame.
And David returns from France midway through it.
Excuse me. Got 45 balloons to blow up, tie a string to and staple gun the string to the basement ceiling. Luckily I also have my friend who is coming over soon with coffee and energy in abundance to help.