random observations

Last weekend (my birthday) Tanner wanted to go mini-golfing. After doing some other things we finally acquiesced and drove to Golfland. It was crazy busy there with everyone and their red-headed uncle from out of town wanting to hit the greens. We decided we would not have an optimal experience and decided to give Tanner a rain check. His reaction "You are ruining my day". Heidi earlier in the day had expressed some frustration with the plans (we went to a baptism). When Reed asked if we should respect the fact that it was my birthday the answer was a definitive, "That doesn't matter." I think as a mom having your birthday on a Saturday is bogus, because you still have to be a mom and keep everyone happy, and invariably that means sacrificing your own happiness on the very day you don't want to do that. On a positive note, my parents went above and beyond this year. My mom brought over a huge apple blueberry crumb cake which we ate off of for three days. They sent a bouquet of 41 balloons and gave me a gift card to Target. At the end of the day I went alone with my gift card and bought myself something to wear (I picked up some Christmas presents too).

Last night was our ward Christmas party. All was well. I was watching the parents of little kids trying to keep them corraled and thought-this is getting so much easier. That was bad ju-ju. During the eating of desserts Tanner ate half of a peanut butter cookie that send him into fits of alternately spitting and gagging which ultimately led to him throwing up. Oh what fun.

Today Heidi was reaching into a cupboard to retrieve the syrup and knocked over a bottle of vinegar which fell to the floor and crashed into a million pieces as it made contact with the tile floor. It was balsamic vinegar which was brown and smelly and sticky and oh so fun to clean up. This was after choir practice. Shortly before choir practice Zoe had a meltdown (tired on a fast sunday=recipe for disaster) claiming that I was ruining her life and she would rather be an orphan living on the streets that have to deal with all of us on a daily basis. Very few things push my puttons like a complete lack of gratitude. I should have let it go and had a mutual cool down (time out anyone?) but I didn't and I kept pushing her and she kept yelling and I went to choir practice and felt the whole time reproved by the spirit for the course of action I had taken. Parenting is extra hard because I am human.

Last thought. We made it through the birthday season. Christmas is coming and I am longing for a simpler time, or at least a personal shopper. Or a maid. Or both. I haven't recovered yet from Thanksgiving, but maybe next week?