Don't Mind the Mess

I was looking back over previous posts and realized there is so much I have not shared with ya'll. Earth shattering things, like straight As, 5 out of 5 on standardized state tests, kindergarten performances, Mother's day humor, death of a small rodent (don't worry we have 3 more just like him) and more. But I'll get to those another day. I'm going back to where I feel like I left off. The whole story of hubby and last year's birthday parties. I started all the birthday posts then never got back to the original story. Sort of left ya'll hanging...all set up and no punch line. Now of course it's like seeing the much hyped Oscar winning picture many months later. This story will never live up to the set up, consider yourselves warned. But, I feel like I need to finish what I started so I can get things in order over here. Just step over the toys and grab a seat on the couch, just nod and hmmm a lot like you are paying attention.

So here's the thing, we keep the girls from getting to far ahead of themselves by only letting them plan for the next big thing. Right now it's summer, so you may start thinking about school starting. Not until after school starts may you even THINK about your Halloween costume. And don't even make a peep about what you might want for Christmas before you have trick or treated, because Santa can't hear you. So it follows that after they have unwrapped their Christmas presents they start making plans for their birthday parties. After Christmas 2007 we started planning a Spring Break 2008 trip to Texas to visit friends and family. Namely my youngest's BFF from diapers. And lucky for mommy Brooke's birthday always falls right before or after Spring Break. Seeing as we were spending a huge amount of money on our trip I thought we'd just have Brooke's party in Texas with her BFF. They could have a sleep over and go swimming in my sister's pool. Viola! Birthday party done. Of course my family said we couldn't have a "party" for Brooke without having one for Breanna too. Well her birthday is just a month later, so why the hell not? Brooke's BFF has a big sister who happens to be one of Bre's very good friends too. And it's not like we would have the funds to host a big blowout at home in a month anyway. So for Breanna's 9th and Brooke's 5th Birthday we had a sleepover and pool party with two of their very best friends in TEXAS! And my kids were thrilled!
Do these children look neglected to you?

Brooke in her new Ariel swim suit at Aunt Vicky's pool.
Blowing out the candle on the Ariel cupcakes grandma made. Note all the Little Mermaid decorations for her portion of the celebration.

All the girls trying to convince us they should go in the hot tub again despite the sprinkling rain.
Brooke and her BFF in their matching Ariel jammies.
Bre with her ipod and her favorite cherry cheesecake grandma bought. Note the camo plates for "her party".

Okay, so now you know how we celebrated their birthday's in 2008. Sounds and looks fun, right? Well as we were going through the list of birthday parties past trying to come up with new ideas hubby continued to question, "What kind of party did you have last year?" "Oh yeah we didn't do parties last year". I kid you not this happened every time we talked of their parties this year. I finally had to tell him to shut the hell up already! If you ask the girls about their birthday parties from that year they'd tell you we went to Texas and had a party at Aunt Vicky's house with M and M. Why did he keep having to act like we had completely forgotten their birthdays? Just because he didn't make any decorations or bake their cakes the party apparently didn't count. What?! Is he three? Yes, sometimes he obviously is. I guess because it was my family that did all the planning and he really had nothing to do with all the girly sleep over stuff he was pouty. See the girls in question happen to be the daughters of my good friend, so she came and drank wine with me and spent the night too. Damn, while writing this I think I'm getting to the real source of his pettiness. Thanks blog, you are way cheaper than a therapist.

Yeah, well that was the story. It all boils down to my hubby pissing me off with his refusal to acknowledge that my family and friends did indeed throw my girls a very fun and unique birthday party in 2008 without his help. Dear gracious, maybe we do need therapy.

Okay, now that I got all that out of my system maybe I can get back to blogging as usual.
"If you don't put a finish on it," he says, "it just hangs in your head and clutters up your closets."
I feel the same way about cluttered closets. Except I never thought about the ones in my head. I suppose they must be a mess.
Triple bonus points if anyone even has a clue where that quote is from.
Oh and
way back I quoted "This face? Right here. My over the moon face." which no one guessed. I was sure Jenn would get it as we both love the show. It was from Veronica Mars.
Two closets cleaned.


My son doesn't count the year we went to Walt Disney World over his birthday as a celebration. Of course, he was only 8.

I am appallingly bad at quoting movies and tv--as you've discovered!

June 10, 2009 at 10:52 AM  

Ooooooooooh, LOVE those pics!!

June 13, 2009 at 9:13 AM  

Two closets with one post! Way to be efficient! ;-)

June 13, 2009 at 1:10 PM  

Love the story about DH and his selective memory. I do the same when mine complains about making my bed, and then I remind him, "Ummm, and when did you last do the grocery shopping? Pay the bills? Clean the house? Make dinner? Or do you think the little elves just come in and do it all?"

That alone usually gets him to stop with the whining. :-)

June 14, 2009 at 6:01 PM  

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