Often as I sit and think about what I might write in this blog space, I realize just how dissparite my mama thoughts are sometimes.
Today I am thankful that for a change that I can actually see and walk across my floors(without much chance of the shooting pain of a Lego to the bottom of my foot).
There are also about a zillion thoughts, as usual, bouncing around in my brain like pin balls setting off lights or falling through cracks into the abyss (the usual suspects are there crowding my cerebellum: carpool options, what to eat/serve, gardening, budgets, pet food, bills and cleaning).
On the other end of the spectrum today, I'm kicking around and deciding upon the best way to host a Pirate Party for the birthday boy and his other 6, 7 and 8 year-old friends. I think I've got a few good game options but need to figure out the details and pirate goody bags and a cake that the swarthy little ones will greatly enjoy but which won't run my old body into the ground trying to pull off or send me screaming from my own home.
Ahoy mateys (or in the words of my young girl pirate "Ahoy Mary, Ahoy Maybe?!), wish me well.