National Coming Out Day
Oct. 11th, 2023 05:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spryng...which is, appropriately, also Cabin Girl's birthday! Hoorah, hooray!
We celebrated with her friends last weekend, since, you know, she does School now. She wanted a whole thing at one of the trampoline parks, but with only a handful of friends. Since those places make you pay for at least 10 kids, I talked her down to a few hours jumping, then going to the playground nearby for cake and snax. That worked out splendidly, and I (at least) really enjoyed it being a much smaller group than last year. Honestly I wish we'd just done the playground, because it turned out to be the first truly gorgeous day since spring, but I'm not the birthday girl, am I. :P
I did have a little cry earlier in the day, and not for what you may think. I've just been so... tired and sick on and off for so long, and got hit again last week and wasn't able to make the party as special as I'd hoped. We had a Mario cake, yes, but that was it. No themed plates, no party favors, no decorations, no balloons... but honestly, that worked out, too. I don't really like all that excess, stuff you just buy to throw away, and CG didn't seem to notice. One little girl eyed the cake and then the lack of decor and made a little comment, but again: she wasn't the birthday girl.
As I type this, I'm again recovering from something. I spent most of yesterday nauseated, napping, and intestinally unhappy and went to bed at 7pm. So I didn't get to prepare as much as I wanted for her actual birthday, but again: maybe that's okay. I promised her french toast for breakfast, but maybe I can dig out the birthday banner, too. The one I made in 2010 and that I've reused many times since -- that's the kind of birthday decor I can get behind.
I just... wish I knew why I keep getting sick. The tests last week were inconclusive and I still have a massive bruise from the blood draw. The folks at daycare also seem pretty run down, so maybe we're all just Going Through It. I can only hope it stops soon because I cannot keep taking two days off each week from work just to recover. I also desperately don't want to go to the doctor, because I know it'll mean another blood draw, and nothing clear.
But I am feeling better this morning, so I will focus on that and the joy of having a seven-year-old. The joy of having been a parent for seven years, the Ultimate Adventure we both embarked on willingly, even if we didn't fully understand what we were getting into. But that's the fun of adventures: you never know what you're going to get, only that it's going to be exciting, a little scary, a lottle challenging, and ultimately life-changing.
We celebrated with her friends last weekend, since, you know, she does School now. She wanted a whole thing at one of the trampoline parks, but with only a handful of friends. Since those places make you pay for at least 10 kids, I talked her down to a few hours jumping, then going to the playground nearby for cake and snax. That worked out splendidly, and I (at least) really enjoyed it being a much smaller group than last year. Honestly I wish we'd just done the playground, because it turned out to be the first truly gorgeous day since spring, but I'm not the birthday girl, am I. :P
I did have a little cry earlier in the day, and not for what you may think. I've just been so... tired and sick on and off for so long, and got hit again last week and wasn't able to make the party as special as I'd hoped. We had a Mario cake, yes, but that was it. No themed plates, no party favors, no decorations, no balloons... but honestly, that worked out, too. I don't really like all that excess, stuff you just buy to throw away, and CG didn't seem to notice. One little girl eyed the cake and then the lack of decor and made a little comment, but again: she wasn't the birthday girl.
As I type this, I'm again recovering from something. I spent most of yesterday nauseated, napping, and intestinally unhappy and went to bed at 7pm. So I didn't get to prepare as much as I wanted for her actual birthday, but again: maybe that's okay. I promised her french toast for breakfast, but maybe I can dig out the birthday banner, too. The one I made in 2010 and that I've reused many times since -- that's the kind of birthday decor I can get behind.
I just... wish I knew why I keep getting sick. The tests last week were inconclusive and I still have a massive bruise from the blood draw. The folks at daycare also seem pretty run down, so maybe we're all just Going Through It. I can only hope it stops soon because I cannot keep taking two days off each week from work just to recover. I also desperately don't want to go to the doctor, because I know it'll mean another blood draw, and nothing clear.
But I am feeling better this morning, so I will focus on that and the joy of having a seven-year-old. The joy of having been a parent for seven years, the Ultimate Adventure we both embarked on willingly, even if we didn't fully understand what we were getting into. But that's the fun of adventures: you never know what you're going to get, only that it's going to be exciting, a little scary, a lottle challenging, and ultimately life-changing.
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Date: 2023-10-11 04:24 pm (UTC)