When I was a kid, birthdays were big. My parents planned extravagant parties every year for all three of us kids. We had everything from a haunted trail in the woods behind our house, surprise parties that were actually a surprise, dinner at a fancy french restaurant... they were always big, always special, always made us feel like we were the most important person on the planet, at least for that day. In fact, some of my most recent birthdays involved a Cinderella birthday cake and steak dinner at one of Cincinnati's premier restaurants.
So why does all this make me a bad mommy? Well, here's how Monsoon's birthday went down:
Thursday (yes last Thursday): I sent out a mass e-mail informing family about his party on Sunday (yes this past Sunday).
Saturday: I took Monsoon to pick out his own plates/napkins, a pinata (one of his few requests), even his own birthday cake. Oh yes, for his surprise party.
Sunday: Despite trying to convince him he wasn't having a party that day, I continued cleaning the house, blowing up balloons, and putting out the colorful table clothes he had chosen. Instead of being diligent, planning ahead and keeping a surprise - or just planning enough to make it an awesome party without trying to surprise him - I practically lied to him when he guessed what I was doing, so then he was confused to come home later and find a party going on without him (hence, the surprise) and looked at me like I had totally tricked him (not in a good way).
Monday (actual birthday) : Because I had lied to him the day before about not having a party, he kept waiting - all day - for his "real" birthday party on his actual birthday. What a disappointment to find out I was telling the truth on that particular day. We did take him to the toy store and let him pick out his own toys... then I wrapped them when we got home. I also reused wrapping paper from the day before. Yes, yes I did. Because I had forgotten to get that, too.
Granted, he had a fun time at his party and he did enjoy spending the day with Mommy and Daddy on Monday... at least, until I had to leave for exercise class...
I'm going to have to step it up next year.
Are you a Bad Mommy Weekly? Unload your guilt in the comment section or in your own post. If you'd like to link up, you may also use the Bad Mommy Weekly button at the top of this post (only I don't know how to make a button, so you'll have to do it the old-fashioned way).
Sanity or Patience: choose one.
Do you ever have one of those moments where you think, "HA! I am sane!" Then you step in dog poo with your bare feet and remember it was your idea to get the puppy...?