Happy Birthday, Max!

Max turned six today. We were somehow able to squeeze in some sort of a celebration. He requested mozzarella sticks for dinner. Mommy quietly had a salad but did sneak in one bite of fried cheese.

My morning began with an eyebrow wax. I then headed to Home Depot. The store I hate with every fiber of my being. I went in with a mission and emerged with two new light fixtures for the store. I felt empowered and decided to celebrate my independence by using the self checkout. I don't think you save all that much time with self-checkout. I think people just enjoy playing cashier. At least that is how it works for me. I even stopped to grab an extension cord for our miniature Christmas trees that line our walkway. Jamie set them up a week or two ago and powered them with a thick enormous orange extension cord. Every time I pull in the driveway I see that cord and it makes me twitch. It is now a soothing beige that blends in ever so nicely with the foundation.

A quick stop at Target and I was on my way home. Cleaned the house and was able to get in a 3 mile walk. Picked the kids up at school. A quick visit from my grandmother for Max's birthday. We shoved some dinner down our throats, sang Happy Birthday at a rapid pace. Max opened gifts and we ate ice cream cake. We tore out of the house to make an event at school. Miraculously, Carter had no basketball for the first time in weeks. She's is either practicing it or playing it. It's like living with Kevin Garnett. I wish she had his money.

Tonight was Christmas Craft Night. The event is sponsored by the seventh grade, and seeing that we are seventh grade parents Jamie and I volunteered to work it. Carter was also working at it as an official member of the Student Council. We are tragically un-hip for her tastes so she ignored our existence for the evening. She did manage to warm-up at the end, but I am sure it was to procure herself a ride home. We were assigned to the gift wrap table. The little kids come into the cafeteria and are able to make crafts that they in-turn can wrap up and give to their parents and family on Christmas. We spent two hours wrapping small gifts that were dripping with paint or glue. Two hours is not a long time in arts and crafts world. Someone forgot about that entire drying process. I have orange and blue paint stuck under my fingernails. My lower back is frozen into a spasm from bending over to wrap wet painted rocks.

We came home and flew into action throwing in some loads of laundry and cleaning up from our dinner. Our Christmas tree has been up since Monday night but we have had no time to decorate it . We decided to put the lights on it tonight and tackle the remainder of the decorations tomorrow. I actually have to wake up the kids early tomorrow to do it, because Mr Garnett has practice at 10 am. It is now 10:12 pm and I am sitting for the first time all day. It feels fucking fantastic. Who will carry me to bed?

Before I put Max to bed I asked him what he thought of his birthday. He told me it was "awesome". When I asked him the best part he said it was the mozzarella sticks. I agree, Max.