Woah Mom Guilt.

I think I am a confident person. If there is one thing that can shake it, it's this whole parenting thing. Tomorrow my sweet boy turns 6. Again, I am scrambling for someway for him to feel special. This time of year it's impossible for me to muster up some sort of party. I can't add one more thing to my laundry list. Who pays the price? My little boy, the one who I want to give the world to.

So for tomorrow, he requested peanut butter cookies for his school treat. They are ready to go. We'll have a special dinner and open a few presents. I hope it's enough. If he can feel even a portion of how much he means to me, It'll be enough.

Me and My Guitar

Last Tuesday was my birthday.
I turned 32.
Woah.
My parents forgot.

It was also supposed to be my first guitar lesson but I cancelled so I could go out for Mexican food and Margaritas with my husband and kids. It was a great day. I resceduled my first lesson for Wednesday. I was excited all day for it. Mike bought me a guitar two anniversaries ago and even though I was eager to learn, I could never come up with the time to do it. I found the time now and I am doing it!

I walked in to meet my instructor and I was both relieved and dissapointed that he wasn't a twenty-something, hot musical genius who smelled a little like patchouli. Instead, he was a very patient 50 something man that knows how to play a guitar. I've been practicing a few minutes each day and I think I like it. I think I like it, a lot. Me and my pretty girl.


She's totally a girl, don't you think?