Tonight I feel very blessed.
That's right, blessed.
I do not ever use that word. It goes against the general attitude of irreverence I've been honing for almost 30 years. Plus remember, I come from the great white north, where we like to think that Life Sucks and Then You Die.
But tonight, no joke, I feel blessed. I have some great friends who have great kids, all of whom made the Munchkin's third birthday party - the first real "kid's" birthday party she's ever had - so special. I feel blessed to have these people in our lives.
Without them, this might have been a very lonely time for us. But these friends have kept the loneliness at bay with playdates, laughter, sushi and inordinate amounts of coffee.
And maybe the occasional glass of wine. Of course.
Tonight I feel blessed to have had the patience to string up birthday decorations until midnight last night, to have spent the better part of today assembling party foodage and running last-minute errands while entertaining two kids. I come from a long line of women for whom the very idea of multiasking in this way makes them claw at their own skin.
But I had fun. Imagine that.
I feel blessed to have a child who started thanking me for her party at 7:00 this morning (eight hours before said party even began) and did not stop until she fell asleep.
Which I think was, like, five minutes ago. She had a lot of sugar.
And hey, you know what, BassMaster? I even feel blessed to have you in my life. Tonight I just feel like whatever it is, we're going to be okay.
Gah, are you still reading? I'm puking all kinds of hearts and flowers tonight, huh? It's much more interesting when I bitch and complain.
But whatever, I had a good day. Daily dose of snark shall resume after these messages.