Under pressure

Ever since we attended our friend's two-year old's birthday party last month, I've been thinking of going low-key for little c's 2nd birthday.

However, with all of the hits I'm getting from his Winter Onederland party from Pinterest, I think my ego might need to do more than order some pizza and blow up some balloons, as I originally planned.

Now that my Christmas cards are ordered (as of 10:00 p.m. last night), between starting my Christmas shopping, working full-time, visiting my father-in-law in the hospital, attending Christmas parties, and getting ready to go home to Canada for the holidays, I'm now needing to find time to figure out exactly how crazy I'm going to go with this 2nd birthday party, which much like the first birthday party, will be for me, not the birthday boy. At least I can admit it, right?

Why do we Type A personalities do this to ourselves?

Did anyone read "I Don't Know How She Does It", by Allison Pearson or see the movie starring Sarah Jessica Parker? I read the book and found myself relating to the heroine of the story on so many levels. Except instead of buying store-bought tarts and smashing them to look like they're homemade, I'm the nut-job baking the tarts at midnight and letting other needed chores lie unattended. Who needs clean plates or clean underwear? I just don't think someone who works part-time or "from home" could ever understand the challenges we full-time working moms face, or the same guilt. As mother's we all have the dreaded mother's guilt, whether we  have the luxury or made the choice to stay home OR whether we choose or have to work, but I think full-time working moms are dealt an extra helping of the guilt along with the need to make people think we've got it all together somehow.

Wow, I think I could write an entirely separate entry regarding this whole notion but instead I'll stop right here.

Maybe I'll come to my senses in the next couple of weeks as I procrastinate further and further to the point where I say "SCREW IT ALL!" and revert back to the plan of calling Dominoes and hitting up Zurchers for some streamers and balloons.

Maybe.