family

Whoa, this post may just need several refills on the vino to handle this bunch of tricky subjects. Nothing brings family together more than a birthday and this time it was my 3 year olds. Now if you haven't read my previous posts let me update you by saying that birthdays to this mom are a big deal and my one and only deserved not one but three special days. Hey, only child so my right to spoil. It was like a birthday channukah up in here! Well after just two days of indulging my precious, by the third day my nerves were a bit raw. Not the best frame of mind when welcoming mother, father, father's girlfriend, and mother-in-law to celebrate dear one's glory. You know I poured some strong drinks for this partay! Let me tell you, after the running commentary about sleeping arrangements, bad gift choices(skateboard), time for cake?, embarrassing old photos, time for cake?, etc..this mother promptly went upstairs and puked up her cake. Now I suppose the reason for my gastric upheaval may have been the inordinate amount of junk food this 41 year old should not have injested, but I do know the tidal wave of nerves in my belly contributed as well. See, I like to think that the many facets of our familial dispositions can partake in celebration in relative harmony. I suppose this is extremely idealistic of me to wish this. Even though my parents have been divorced for years and say they are friendly the thought of all of us in one room together still causes a knot to form in my gut. I try to assuage this by having positive thoughts and drinking more wine. Doesn't work. Some gatherings are better left one on one rather than the whole posse. It is far easier for moi to love and appreciate each family member this way. I may complain but lest we forget the reason for said celebration, my son's birthday. What mattered most was his happiness. I believe the smile on his sleepy face was all the proof this mom needed. Happy birthday my love. Goodnight world.