because you know, I rock.

It's no secret I am not too good at a lot of this mom stuff. I am not a crafty type nor do I relish in parks and playgrounds. So it's fair to say that I am fairly proud of myself for having our First Ever Child Birthday Party (previous years were mostly adults and BBQ. This was few to no adults and you know, kids were invited too). I even had a bona fide Children's Activity. And SIX children at our house. J even captured me with beer in hand proudly proclaiming Dude! I Am A Full On Mom! to the camera during the very loud, very insane, very child geared event on our lawn last night.

And bonus to my neighbors who heard all the noise and stopped by for a drink rather than to complain.

It may seem trite, but I am damn proud. And exhausted. I fell asleep at 9pm last night and can't remember the last time I did that in my life. This stuff makes tripping through the third world with no money and a backpack look like the easiest thing in the world. Not to mention trying to end homelessness for some people. Piece of cake by comparison.

The joys of motherhood. I am getting closer all the time.