Oh wow. Next weekend is our daughter's birthday party and beyond getting a cake ordered and inviting people, nothing is planned.
Pinterest fanatics shudder at the thought.
The thing is, I used to be very organized. I used to love planning parties for our friends. I was GOOD at it.
But now, with a toddler and being pregnant (god, please don't ask what month I am ... My lack of attention to this pregnancy is a whole other post), plus commuting two hours daily for my full-time job, my brain is mush. I'm lucky I remember how to use basic appliances.
But while a part of me feels like I should feel like a failure, I don't. I used to be a perfectionist, but now think, "It'll happen. I'll get it done." If something doesn't happen, others won't know it.
I didn't get balloons? Maybe I didn't want them. No special shirt for the birthday girl? Maybe I think they're cheesy. No cutlery? OK, that people would notice ...
But so long as there is food, drink and cake, plus the little girl we're celebrating, there will be a party and, in the eyes of most people, it will be an enjoyable day. And sometimes, that just has to be good enough.