Am I the only one disturbed by the fact that it is Thanksgiving week, 2011?
Frankly, the 2011 part is still shocking to me, forget that we have made it back around to another holiday season.
Thanksgiving in our home also begins our official birthday season. Faith’s b-day is always the same week as Thanksgiving, thus starting a flow of birthday celebrations that lasts until May. As a mom there is a lot of pressure here. How do I make their birthdays stand out in the midst of the holiday hustle and bustle.
Since Faith is my shopping girl, she wants to go out on Black Friday as part of her birthday gift. It seems she has forgotten her mother’s allergy to crowded places. Oh, the sacrifices we make as mothers. Not only do I have to fight the masses of holiday shoppers, but I must give up my annual day of lounging on the couch eating leftover pie. I hope these children realize the suffering I endure for them. If Black Friday shopping doesn’t convince them I can always remind them of the hours of labor I endured and how I allowed my body to be ripped apart so they would have life.
You can imagine what a joy I am to live with.
While we’re on the subject of joy, how upset am I allowed to get over the fact that child number 4 is turning 16? One day I was pregnant, pushing a double stroller with three kids hanging onto my skirt. All of a sudden I wake up to those same babies all taller than me and wearing my shoes. OK, Jacob doesn’t wear my shoes, at least not that I know of. But he does other annoying grown-up things like drive a car and have friends I’ve never met.
I am not happy about this situation. Not one bit.
In this birthday season not only will Faith turn 16….but next month Jacob turns 20. TWENTY. This is the same kid that couldn’t remember which was the front yard and which was the backyard. I mean every time I said, “Go out the back door,” he would run from door to door asking, “Which is the backyard again?” And now he thinks he’s going to turn 20? He’s got another thing coming. I simply cannot allow it.
Maybe next year. I will be too exhausted from the Black Friday shopping to deal with any other upsets this year.
I’m taking the Scarlett O’Hara approach to life.
I’ll think about it tomorrow.