I have so much to do right now – and have a hormone induced migraine – and feel as though my best option is to curl up under a quilt, snuggle and nurse Sam to sleep and doze for a couple of hours. I’m having Marc’s whole family over tomorrow for Jessie’s “family” birthday party. Granted, various family members on my side are coming as well, but I’m not as concerned about the house being pretty for them. They love me and think I’m fabulous already – and toys all over the place isn’t likely to change that. Not that Marc’s family isn’t lovely – because most of them really are – but still, there’s a lot more pressure when they are coming.

So tomorrow – I’m going to get up, sing happy birthday, give my girl cupcakes for breakfast with a candle in it, shower her, dress her in a gorgeous dress and ship her off for Hebrew School. Then I’ll do the dishes, and the laundry, sweep the floors, mop the floors, reorganize the toys, bake two cakes, frost them, set up decorations, feed everyone lunch and then put on my hostess hat and be cheerful and merry. I’m exhausted just thinking about it. I hate migraines.

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