Day of Dread

My New Year's resolution is to be the best mediocre mom. I will never be the best mom, and I don't think I want to compete to be the worst, so an attainable goal seems to be mediocrity. I already have a good start on it. As I type, my son is watching a Clifford video for the umpteenth time while munching on caramel-flavored rice cakes for breakfast. Yep, I'd say this is a goal I most certainly can achieve.

Along those lines (and maybe I'm tipping into the worst category here), one of the days I dread is coming upon us--Vaughn's birthday. Now, it's not that I am loath to celebrate the birth of my son. It is what that entails that I dread. It's the celebration part. Being the introvert that I am and my son being the extravert that I suspect he is, is where we run into problems.

This year, for the third time in a row, he wants a train party, and he wants all the family and friends he doesn't really have to come to our house to celebrate it. I would be more than willing to shell out a couple hundred bucks to just have some children's gym host it and supply cake and ice cream, but noooooo, we have to have yet again a train party. So, here I am, less than 30 days away, wracking my brain as to what we're going to do this year for a train party and how I'm going to accommodate all these people.

Well, this morning, he announces he wants a cat party for his birthday (music to my ears).

"So you want a cat party for your birthday instead of a train party?"

"Well, I want both."

"You can't have both. It's one or the other. Since you have had a train party the last 2 years, how about having a cat party this year?" (desperation dripping from each syllable.)

"Hey, how about we have a cat-driving-a-train party?!"

Great.

Happy New Year, blah, blah, blah

So, here we are. 007. As usual, I am totally overwhelmed with all the things that I have to do at the beginning of the year and will probably take me the next half of the year to complete. Yeah, I also make the inevitable New Year resolutions, too, on top of it all, as if the first is not enough to make me feel like an utter and complete failure.

On the up side, this year we decided to use our Christmas presents from my parents to finally buy a laptop computer. I feel like I'm some prehistoric discovering the wheel or fire. I haven't gotten beyond the sense of surrealism. The other thing was I was totally hunting and pecking (my niece found this quite amusing, given my occupation) on the laptop keyboard (so excuse any typos here, but that's my excuse). I'm now getting a little better hang of it where I'm actually able to get into my usual "sensing" the keys mode. I should now have absolutely no excuse not to continue a daily blog, except for lack of inspiration of which I never seem to lack and is sufficient enough of an excuse.

So, write/read you next month/year.