Prehistoric Chaos

Between finishing the bathroom (or, at least, getting it into acceptable conditions for people to see/use it), completely cleaning the house, organizing the monster amount of toys this kid owns, and general party preparations, I am in a whirlwind. Normally, I would own this. I thrive under pressure and being busy. However, I'm too dang tired for all that this year, so it's a bit stressful. It's working out, and it'll be a great party. In the meantime, though, there's a bunch of living room crap in our kitchen so we can start cleaning the carpet asap in the AM and there is no counter space for any sort of cookie/cupcake baking to occur. So, tomorrow should be pretty busy. Add to that going to Little Gym and a Thanksgiving potluck for Jony's work in the morning AND a birthday party in the afternoon (Jony will stay home for this one), and time is not on our side. On the plus side, his birthday banner looks amazing and is all hung up, and the favor bags are fully complete. I'm surrounded by dinosaurs and loving it, even if I'm super stressed on the inside, because a certain little boy is SO excited about his big party! He's going to have a blast.

After all this, it's for certain that his party will be outside of the house next year. All of this with a six month old baby? No, thanks.