Breakfast at Charly’s

My baby is growing up Yes, I’m going to be cliche and exclaim, “Where the fuck did the last seven years go?!” We could also ask about the last nine (Iain’s age in a little over a week) or 15 (yes, 15 years married). But yeah, where is it, y’all?

I’ve come to the conclusion that I did not, in fact, have the flu but whatever it was/is does not like me and wants me rendered useless from the waist down. I’m on the better end of things but the day, she was not easy like Sunday morning. Nope. That is where I’ll end with that.

Being the stellar mother I am, I did manage to saunter around Toys ‘R Us twice with Gracie to find her gift but we ended up at Target. The grandparents capped off the day with a cake and the Happy Birthday song and it was all good.

We’re doing things a little different this year since planning a party in the middle of move time would have proved to be enough to move me to violently dismember something. They get to pick where they want to eat for dinner and pick out a toy and later in the summer, they can have a friend or two over for a sleep-over. They seem to be great with the idea so I don’t anticipate extra therapy bills for that year which they shan’t mention.

Here’s to tomorrow being better than the weekend. Gracie’s string concert is tomorrow evening and that should be interesting, bless her heart.