Yesterday I worked for 7+ hours (in between my usual running the boys back & forth to school etc.), with this song running through my head...
...over & over in a loop. The boys' 11th birthday is coming up on Saturday, and I was making Super Mario Bros wall decor for the party room downstairs. It took about 3 times as long as I reckoned it would (me & time, I tell ya. Like strangers in the night. Like oil & water. Like colonial America and Great Britain. Just not meant to get along.), but despite the frustration, it does look rather cool in the end.
We took down some posters/pictures in the Star Wars themed "teenager" room, and put these up in little vignettes all around the room (note Master Yoda in the corner looking on, perturbed at the interlopers).
On today's agenda doing some last minute repairs to the Kirby pinata and making marshmallow fondant for the cake. So many other things I would rather be doing/ really ought to be doing, but trying to take a deep breath and sloooOOOoow down. Eleven. Years. Old. Right on the cusp of metamorphosis. I should be so lucky as to spend 7 hours making party decorations for these boys, still boys....still squeaking with glee over how much they love the Mario pixel cutouts, still fighting over who gets to stick which one to the wall, still giving big hugs in gratitude for my making their party "so cool".
It is all going to change so fast.
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