You Scream, I Scream, We All Scream For The Procrastination Queen

Hi.

Not really sure what I'm doing here right now.  I'm bored, and though my options include paying bills or cleaning house, I have decided that none of that will get done as long as I have these stupid little mini-post like thoughts bumping around in my head.  Can I just share them with you so that I can clear them out and move on?  Yes?

Thank you so much.  I always appreciate friends who enable my need to procrastinate.  (Honestly, I do.  I wasn't even being sarcastic.  Any person who feels the need to point out my priorities or resonsibilities is no friend of mine.)

So, here's the first thing.  Yesterday I took the kids to the park and was half watching them, half reading a book.  I relish this age they're at- where they can play on their own at the park without my having to hover over their every move.  For too many years, I would be the parent gazing longingly at the group of mommies with older kids who were able to sit on the perimeter of the park and socialize with each other while I had to follow my tots around to make sure that they didn't fall off the play structure/run into the parking lot/eat woodchips.  So now that I'm able to keep half an eye on my kids and engage the other half of my brain on something less mind numbing than pushing them on the swing for an eternity, I love it.  Except for yesterday.  I didn't love it yesterday.

Yesterday, my peace and happiness was ruined by 3 teenagers who walked past me and one in particular who felt the need to loudly proclaim "WHO WOULD GO TO THE PARK JUST TO SIT AND READ A BOOK?" to which I could have said so many things, but didn't.  And that's when I realized that the rest of my day was going to suck.  It was going to suck because, while their comment didn't really bother me so much, the knowledge that I would spend the rest of my waking hours trying to think of the perfect witty comeback, just pissed me off.

That ever happen to you?

(By the way, I still haven't thought of anything good.  I had one comeback, but it included the word 'doy!' and you don't really hear people say that word anymore.  We should, though.  We should bring 'doy' back.  There is a certain level of satisfaction one feels after saying it in the appropriate context.)

Anyway, the second thing I wanted to tell you was a joke my kid told me.  I don't know if it's really that funny, or if I just think it's funny cuz I'm his mom.  In any case, here's the joke:

J: Knock knock.
Me: Who's there?
J: Hoo.
Me: Who hoo?
J: A lion!
Me: That doesn't make any sense, J.
J (thinks for a minute and then says):  Okay then.  A lion who ate an owl!

I just like that he figured out how to make the joke work.  It's one of those little signs that mean he's getting bigger and smarter.  I hang on to those signs, because on days when I catch him trying to bury a piece of my jewelry in the cat's litter box because he's pretending it's treasure, it's good for me to remember that on the inside where I can't see it, his brain is in fact, developing.

The last thing is that I got PG's birthday coming up in a few weeks.  This year I told her she can have a party.  We don't do parties every year for our kids, not because I'm afraid of spoiling them, but because I am a psychotic freak when it comes to planning parties.  I've written about this before.  The last time PG had a party, she was turning 5.  What started off as a small party at the park next door turned into a huge carnival themed extravaganza in which I hired volunteers to come and run 6 different booths.  There was also a jumpy house, a popcorn machine, cotton candy, face paining, and 50 of those ice cream cone cupcake deals with marshmallow frosting.  It was insane.  I was insane.  That was when I realized that I kind of had a problem.

So this year, we are keeping it simple.  She's having a sleepover with 7 of her friends.  I'm ordering pizza and we'll do an ice cream sundae bar.

Except.

When I was researching, I found this on the internet:

And now I can feel myself sliding back into my party planning psychosis.

So, if you'll excuse me, I've got to go find a downloadable "old fashioned ice cream parlour" font.  And I also need to hit up the dollar store for some cute sundae dishes.  While I'm at it, I need to also hunt down some empty ice cream containers to send home party favors in.  And.....

Hey, look at that!  Looks like housecleaning and bills will have to wait for another day.  I've got too much party planning to do!  You all have a good weekend!

Sincerely,

Tacy, expert connoisseur in the art of procrastination