Tomorrow

Tomorrow at 3:45 a.m., my son will become 6 years old. I am flabbergasted by this fact, although it’s been on my mind for months. We have big plans for his birthday party with his friends and classmates on Saturday evening: an Old West/cowboy birthday party creatively titled “Ghost Town at Sundown.” I have all sorts of ideas and no idea whether I can pull any of them off. I’m starting to feel frantic about all the things that must be done before 4:00 p.m. on Saturday.

Unfortunately, I’m currently suffering from some godforsaken SICKNESS, in which my throat feels like hell and every swallow is murder. I spent a feverish, rotten night, sweating and being miserable. All I can think about is how Ian and I are supposed to go to Lucas’s classroom tomorrow for the Very Special Kindergarten Birthday Celebration. The one we’ve looked forward to all year because it’s the only time in the whole year when we parents are allowed to be in the kindergarten and watch the magic unfold before our wondering eyes. The place is truly a fairyland, where children play, learn, discover, and blossom in their own, unique ways. It is what every kindergarten everywhere should be, but most are not.

My being sick is too, too ironic. (http://sarabellae.livejournal.com/100785.html) For last year, Lucas was too sick to go to school on his birthday and we had to postpone the special day (http://sarabellae.livejournal.com/100879.html).  Ultimately it ended up being more disappointing to me than to him.

I should be going to the party store for decorations. I should be buying a birthday card. I should be cleaning the house. I should be wrapping his birthday presents. I should be shopping for the whopper birthday present that we haven’t had time to buy yet. I should be baking Fairy Cakes for the classroom birthday party tomorrow (he wants lemon poppy seed). I should be working on Israel 2e. I should be dragging out a table cloth and baking a coffee cake or something special for breakfast tomorrow. I should be buying a mylar balloon that says “Happy Birthday!” I should be braiding horsey bridles for the party on Saturday.

I really just feel terrible though. I should be resting.

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One Response to “Tomorrow”

  • parnasus
    April 30, 2008 at 8:43 pm

    Eeek! Sounds like Tina and I over the weekend. Sorry if we shared the plague before we knew we were plague monkeys. 🙁
    If you want to drp some yarn off on Friday with Asher I’ll get some finger knitting done for you as well.
    *love* *love* *love*
    *heal* *heal* *heal*
    ~J~

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