Today can be summed up in one word: LONG.

I had children and nightmares keep me up all night. And then wide awake children actively pursuing home destruction projects at six-freaking-I’m-going-to-purposely-crash-my vehicle-into-a-tree-so-I break-all-my-bones-and-people-will-just-let-me-be in the morning. Nothing like setting the tone for a full day with exhaustion.

My friend was late in arriving for the all day Christmas card making event, so (and this is the highlight of today, so get ready) I drive myself to the scrapbook store, having sold the QuicKutz font I’m not using so I could buy myself the new pink Squeeze and weanie little Olivia font. Which was happy and exciting and pink. Very much with the pinky pink pink pinky-ness.

Then I got back home and we made a lot of cards for my friend and chatted, which was enjoyable, but would have been better had I been able to concentrate on anything anyone was saying what with the pooped-outed-ness I was feeling. We had big burritos for lunch.

When they left I was feeling gross so I took another shower and got ready for the baby shower that was tonight. I put myself together, realized I was going to be a few minutes late since Maggie’s feeding had turned into a twenty minute gymnastics fiasco where she simultaneously ate and stood on her head. I grabbed the invitation to find the address and it turned out that the shower wasn’t even in Fairfield, it was in Cordelia, this little teeny town of which the exact location was not known to me. I had Chris bring up the directions on yahoomaps and they were a joke. They wouldn’t even recognize the town of Cordelia so I just pretended that it was completely normal that the map told me I was driving to another town with directions that led me off base by way of the front gate, back onto the base by way of the back gate, and then out through the front gate again to the freeway. (Yes, I had the sense to just skip ahead to that part, I’m not quite as dumb as I look).

I drove through very scary rural woods and stuff in the dark with a crazy hitchhiking dude trying to bum a ride when I paused in my driving to read a road sign and a very irritable truck behind me riding my rear the entire way there.

When I finally arrived at the shower there was much more of the pinky pink pinky-ness, nice people, cute decorations, good food, and I tried very hard not to curl up in a ball on the couch because I was in charge of pictures, and when I say I’m gonna do something, I do it. Even if I’m tired.

So now I am back home. It was so lovely to come home to my sweet children who had squeezed out all my make up (the stuff I just bought three days ago) and smeared it all over themselves and ruined their clothing. Really, really love that. (If ANYONE makes a comment about child proofing I swear I will jump through my computer and throttle you. You try having every child proofing device be figured out in less time than it takes to install it! I haven’t found place Jonas can’t reach and it is just plain impractical to glue things to the ceiling.) So nice to deal with all this when I’m totally exhausted and three cokes and a fondant covered sugar cake haven’t been able to rescue me from this bleary-ness. Really, really lovely.

I think I’ll go to bed and hope tomorrow is a wee bit better. It is after all, my birthday.