I finally got off my butt and designed Bug’s fourth birthday party invitations. They’ve been in my head for a month or more but I had a lot of trouble getting them out of my head because the theme “Rainbow Birthday Seed Party” just seemed like such a stretch for me. I didn’t fall in love with it like I have past parties I’ve planned. I almost had a micro-mini depression about it and had to sit myself down for about five minutes and say over and over, It’s just a small party. It’s just a small party. This is really NOT a big deal, Brenda.
I know. You’d think I’d have bigger things to worry about but I let Toby handle that stuff. Taxes? Medical insurance? Saving for a house? When are we going to have that second child? Ever? That kind of stuff just shuts my brain down. My hard drive isn’t fast enough or something so I focus on the light and fluffy tasks like cleaning the house and designing birthday party invitations. Whatever gets you through the day, right?
Anyway, I think they turned out cute. I’m not sure how I’m going to carry this kawaii (I crap rainbows) theme out with food and activities but I have some ideas. Maybe a craft where we glue seeds onto paper and of course we could plant something. For food we’ll just eat seeds. Hummus counts as a seed, that’s all I care about. Just kidding. I’m sure we’ll think of something tasty. Rainbow Jell-O® maybe?
Then I let Bug decorate the bright neon pink envelopes with some cute Japanese stickers and we mailed them off at the crack of dawn. Well, as soon as the post office opened that is because I wanted to buy special stamps that matched. There weren’t any so we settled for Simpsons stamps. Which sort of matched but not really. Yep, that was me in line at the post office rocking back and forth while saying over and over to myself in my head, It’s just a small party. It’s not a wedding. It’s okay if the stamps don’t match. I’m such a freak.
Pray for this poor child who may someday grow up and have a wedding planned by me. Or just pray for the mother who will be weeping when her daughter elopes while wearing sweatpants with words on the butt and eating a cheeseburger.