There's a table in the cafetorium (you know, a cafeteria and an auditorium all in one...like magic!) with a sad little woman sitting there and she's wondering why she bothered to shower and pull herself together this morning. I think it had something to do with being asked like 50 times if she would please, please come have lunch today. School started on Monday and Sweet Center's birthday was Thursday. Well, Mommy was busy with work and making money to buy shoes and other frivolous things and couldn't make it on Thursday so it would have to be Friday.
The line to the cafetorium was being organized and Sweet Center was right in the middle of the hub. Mommy got left behind but figured that it would be okay once all the small little people were given food and their gold coins for dessert. The special table awaited! The one where stay at home parents get to sit with their golden children and celebrate that they are able to come eat lunch whenver they damn well feel like it, thank you very much. Unfortunately, Sweet Center decided that he was a bit embarrased that Mom was there and didn't know what to do with her. He looked up and went, "Huh, you really came. Now what?" We sat at the regular table and he didn't even want to talk or tell me about his friends. Rejection. Man, what a bitch at any age.
He's growing up and it makes me so sad. I feel like I'm finally getting the hang of this whole 'being a mom' thing and now he's ready to kick me to the curb. I figured I had a good year or two left in me.
Anyway, in honor of Sweet Center's 9th birthday we had 3 other boys in our home last night. There were legs and arms and laughs in every direction. Sir Toots a Lot had to sleep on the floor in his room, just like the big boys. Snacks and movies and video games ruled the night. It was a fun study in chaos. Much better than lunch time.
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