It's A Bird It's a Plane it's Gilda Lily

Yesterday marked two special occasions, my perfect husband’s 45th birthday and the installment of our new FIOS TV, internet, & phone system. You know that I have been trying to simplify my chaotic life and make more “me” time, well for the past few days I have been back to my old ways running on the psychotic treadmill of life. For Dave’s birthday I had a stress free no fail plan. We’d take him out to dinner then come home and do presents. I was also going to buy 4 cup cakes from our new cup cake bakery to avoid having left over cake in my house. Now that was a great plan! That is until I told the kids about the going out/cup cake plan, my daughter burst into tears, crying;

“NOOOO! Daddy has to have a birthday cake!”

After that it’s all a blur. Between tears streaming out of Alice’s beautiful blue eyes, her strong heartfelt desire to give her father (whom she shuns and refuses to spend one on one time with) a “real” birthday party. I had never seen her act so lovingly towards Dave before, the next thing I know Alice is in charge of planning “Daddy’s Big Birthday Party”.

The days leading up Alice and I go to buy party supplies, we buy football themed plates, napkins & those blowy noise maker thingies. I am keeping things small; I refused to but the dozens of balloons, streamers, hats, or wall signage that she wanted. Apparently at school the next day she had talked her fellow classmates into making Dave, cards, posters, and other art work to decorate the house. What can I say? A real professional party/event planner should have a vision and make it happen. I also must add that my little party planner has been very moody lately and having a lot more behavioral issues than usual. Getting her to go to bed and actually sleep has been a horrid challenge; involving up to an hour of screaming, crying, and property damage. Then the morning she is so exhausted that getting her dressed and off to school turns into a continuation of the night before. Needless to say by the time that she truly falls asleep at around 11:00pm I am too emotionally drained and fatigued to do simple math forget about writing a witty blog entry.

The day of the big birthday party comes after her morning tantrum I get her to school. She is already for the party with her clipboard and Blue tooth ear piece. I remind her that we have to go to the eye doctor after school, then bowling then the party. Earlier that morning Dave has reminded me that the TV instillation guy is coming at 9:00am and I have to be home. As I drive out of the school parking lot I realize that I other than a few party supplies, and presents, I have given no though to Dave’s birthday. I have nothing planned for dinner, I have not even decided what cake I am going to make.

I look at the dashboard clock it’s 8:57. I feel my body tingling, my heart is pumping like a Tommy gun, my brain starts revving up like a Harley, the transformation has begun. I speed to the supermarket and make the 8 minute drive in 3 minutes. By the time I slam on the breaks and run into the store the transformation is complete I am now the crazed super mom Gilda Lily. To be continued....