I mentioned there was some strange happenings going on around here the other day.. It all started out innocently enough with a single present, some cookies, ice cream.. all stuff I could handle and may have even slightly enjoyed.. (What?? legos are strangely tasty..) But it got worse. Much worse. As the weekend progressed, a full out Birthday Extravaganza ensued. A million people filled our home, (okay fine.. more like 30. Whatever..), there was special cake and ice cream,
more Ninja Turtles,
and I even heard rumors of Monster Trucks..
Well, I'm here to tell you that I've had enough of birthdays around here. I'm ready for this house to revolve around me again. Even though I of course didn't show it and barely acknowledged any of them, I secretly enjoyed having 5 therapists here to see me and only ME today. You may think that being held or having direct contact with someone 23 out of the 24 hours a day would be enough, but it's just not. I've got to do something to get that extra hour of my day back.. I'm thinking coming down with that stomach bug Nolan had yesterday sounds like a good plan. What do you think? Can my mom handle Sickness Week #5??