Jack is watching a VeggieTales singalong (the moo shoo one) and Molly is taking her morning nap (at 11:30) and I am setting the table for the murder mystery dinner we're having tonight. Several weeks ago my mother suggested I "do something" for New Year's because my brother and sister-in-law were going to be in town and she wanted them to have a good time. (Read: please help me get my grandchildren all to myself.)
And so, because I can't just say, "Come over and have a glass of champagne!" I decided to buy one of those murder mystery dinner games and GO ALL OUT. I've done this once before, on Halloween a few years ago, and it was super fun, but kind of stressful making sure the different courses were ready at the appropriate times. And it kind of went on forever. And then no one really understood why the killer was the killer.
BUT. This time will be different. Mostly because it's just my sisters and brother and sister's boyfriend coming over and who cares if the salmon isn't done in time for Chapter Two?
Here I was thinking this would be a fun little game and get my brother and sister-in-law into the city for a night, but I seriously misunderstood the power the words Dressing Up have on my sisters (and sister-in-law). I mean, I thought I was bad, but duuuuuude. The [Maiden Name] girls have spent the last several days shopping for wigs and jewelry and clothes and (God help my brother) a blond Sharpay wig with matching tiara because the one my mom had in HER costume box wasn't blingy enough. So now I'm just worried about meeting expectations. I may own five feather boas, but my costume is entirely borrowed. (From my aunt. I swear, the dressing up, it runs in my family.)
I just had to call my sister and ask her to bring wine because I am out. How did that happen?
Anyway. Happy last day of 2008. I thought about doing one of those retrospective things that everyone else is doing, but even *I* got bored. 2008 can be condensed into:
- Surprise, I'm pregnant!
- Pregnancy turns me into irritable, horribly anxious, uncomfortable psycho woman.
- Until the 'uncomfortable' starts to cancel everything else out and I start praying to give birth at 7 months.
- Jack finally gets the hang of one nap! Praise God!
- Molly is born!
- Marvel at whatever insanity in my body ensures that I have Pregnancy Krazy instead of Post-Partum Krazy, because WOW, THIS IS THE BEST FALL/WINTER EVER.
Next year? Hot by Thirty, no surprise babies and getting good at something. I'd say "being a mom" but you know it's going to be more like "arranging the couch pillows".
Happy new year everyone!