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Birthday Pampering

A 29 year old woman thirty nine year old momma couldn’t be more spoiled on a birthday than I was today. And with more spoilage going on at this very moment, I leave this blog post with a favorite photo of today’s party-going experience:

Wii Party Poopers

The Catholic Peeps completed the last day of the 2008-’09 school year and couldn’t be happier. Here’s how I can tell: it’s like I’ve brought home these chatty screaming meamies who are completely bursting at the seams with pent-up energy. And while I’m equally excited that summer is officially upon us, I’m also feeling a little apprehensive about all of the energy and free time these sweet, wonderful people are about to drain from my own personal reserves. But that’s why my nickname is ‘The Energizer Bunny’, right? I can do this! ughs.

Alrighty then! So on with the events of the day. While the CK’s enjoyed a half day of school this morning, off I went to grab a few necessities from the grocery store to help get us through the weekend. Fast forward to pick-up time from school, a quick homemade lunch, then off we go to meet Catholic Hubs at the movie theater where we watched Pixar’s latest sensation, “Up”. (Squirrel! Inside joke.) Next stop: Barnes & Noble, just because. On over to Target to buy a Wii game for our last-day-of-school celebration, then a quick Valentino’s call to order our favorite pizza/pasta carryout feast. Oh man. The ride home never smelled so amazing, let me tell you, but we made it back home without a hitch, or sneak nibble.

Next, quite simply, we chowed. Valentino’s pleasantly surprised us with the best family feast ever – pasta primavera, sausage & pepperoni pizza, both garlic and cinnamon dessert breadsticks, along with a tossed salad. I held back (not an easy feat) and ate a single piece of pizza, scoop of pasta, ½ garlic breadstick, and a small salad drizzled with a light vinaigrette – just enough calories to work off with a couple hours of Wii gaming. And that we did… sadly, ending on a sour note with a hoggy Guitar Hero and sulky tween. Sign of the times. *sigh*

Cue the treadmill.

Who am I? I am a walrus.

God only knows I never imagined myself to be in this particular place on a Saturday night, but the place where I am seems to be the normal kind of thing for parents celebrating tween birthdays these days.  And where is that?  Well, at a funky cool hotel with a sweet pool for swimming purposes, that’s where.  That’s right, my daughter’s original BFF is having a birthday celebration at a swanky hotel, and dear ‘ole mom has been invited to join in with the crew as Chaperone for the event.  Laptop included.  Can you say ‘Excellent!’?  I sure can!

So yes, as the girls hang out eating cake & microwave popcorn, swimming in the indoor pool, watching pay-per-view movies while moms surf the internet and blog all about the experience, our male counterparts (dads & brothers) are back at home thinking they’ve got it made while watching football on television.  HA! Like we’re going to tell them what they’re missing?  Not on your life.  Let me just say that I cannot even remember the last time my computer has witnessed internet activity after midnight, so blogging about my experience right now is an especially magical treat.  As one of the girls enters our adjoining hotel room asking for thermostat assistance.  Things could be so much worse, right?

So tomorrow my Mom-Friend and I will awaken in our double bedroom @8:00 a.m.+ to enjoy free coffee and continental breakfast downstairs as the girlies stumble out of bed and repack their overnight bags.  I’ll be loading up on caffeine, mostly because I haven’t stayed up so late in ages and will be dragging myself around like an extremely tired chaperone who should’ve gone to sleep @10:00 p.m. instead of blogging all night long like a mad woman.  As if!  But that’s what Me Mondays are for – catching up, right?  Exactly.

In the meantime, I’m thinking one Catholic Girlie is considering a certain Hotel-Birthday-Sleepover is the perfect solution to her own birthday party needs next year.  And not only that, but a certain Hotel-Birthday-Sleepover Mom with experience in that arena (my hotel roomie) has offered to join in with me during said event.  So I guess we had better post that on the calendar for next spring because, hey, this really has been a complete blast for everyone involved – vanilla frosting’ed birthday cake and all.  With fresh strawberries, of course.

Kumbaya, my Lord.  Kumbaya.