It's been a crazy-busy few weeks. For a start, Micah turned 2. Which was great. Really. Except that I scheduled his party for mothers day. Which was pretty dumb-ass on my part. But to be fair, I have very low expectations for days in which I'm the "person of honor". So I tend to lose track of when they are. Let's just say it's best that I pretend it's just a regular day and then get pleasantly surprised when the dishes get done. So anyway, that's why I dumb-assedly scheduled his party for mothers day. And my awesome friends came, even though they had special days planned. And we had pony rides and a barbecue and gifts and cake. And it was a blast. And even though there were plenty of tears, there were also plenty of laughs. And just to clarify, the tears were not shed by me. I actually held up pretty well. Despite the numerous tantrums. Again, not from me. So all in all, judging by the empty bottles of Savignon Blanc (yes, I admit, they were partly from me), I think the day was a huge success.
And Micah got loads of gifts, both from his friends at the party and from all over the world. Hugely generous and thoughtful gifts. But guess what he's fallen in love with? Guess which toy he loves above all others?
Yes, it's a wooden plank. An old, dirty wooden plank that he found next to the trashcans at the back of our house. It's his surf board. Micah is in love and it's a beautiful thing. We spent hours decorating it with stickers. And washing it and wrapping it in blankets in case it got cold.
And it hasn't left his side since. He baths with it, he sleeps with it, we walk the dogs with it, we eat with it, we drive with it. As I said, he's in love... it's all he thinks about. And I'm encouraging it wholeheartedly. After all, it's never going to leave him, it won't cheat on him, it doesn't carry any deadly diseases (I hope not anyway), it doesn't ask stupid questions or giggle inappropriately and it is incapable of procreating. Let me tell you, his future girlfriends have a lot to live up to. From now on, they'll all have to pass my official "plank test".
And in between all the birthday madness, I have been trying to get Fei'd off the ground. It's a mad race from Micah's bedroom to my desk every time I put him down for his nap. Forcing as much work as I possibly can into every free second I have. And then flipping my brain back into mommy-mode when he wakes up - hugging the plank and finding it new stickers and peeling apple slices because the plank doesn't like skins.
Honestly, it's the closest a person can possibly get to living like a schizophrenic - I feel like I'm living 2 weirdly disconnected, parallel lives. When I'm with Micah I feel like I'm cheating my work, and when I'm working I feel like I'm cheating on my son. I'm like some weird real-life version of Nurse Jackie. Except without the drugs and the clandestine affair with the creepy pharmacist. Although, to be honest, I do pray for drugs some days. Is that normal? Probably not. Maybe. I don't know.
But I continue to live by my motto - if nobody's dead or lost their minds, it's a success. So all in all, it's been a hugely successful few weeks. So far. Thanks be to Savignon Blanc. And an old plank.