Working Mom, birthdays and how time flies

Attack of Baby Dunk

Recently Baby Dunk turned one year old.  Little Miss Adorable will soon turn three.  In our halfpastnormal family’s history celebrating a birthday has been scaled back from the semi-formal/small wedding affair of our firstborn Mr. Sensitive, to poor Little Miss Adorable and Baby Dunk barely getting a card and a mumbled ‘Happy Birthday.’

Little Miss Adorable – grumpy about sharing a stroller AND a birthday!

I think we need to find a balance between them.  Little Miss Adorable and Baby Dunk celebrate birthdays about two weeks apart, so it makes sense to combine parties (at least until Little Miss Adorable starts demanding her own spotlight).  Right now we don’t even have a plan in place to hand either child a card and a mumbled ‘Happy Birthday.’

Just put it on the to-do list of this crazy-busy working mom.   I just paused writing this post and jumped into a new document –   just drafted a short guest list, have a sense of menu (featuring pizza delivery and juice boxes) and now need to book a venue.  Done.  Now to delegate handing out invites to Hubby, another organizational issue unto itself.

I spend my lunch hour yesterday booking dental appointments for the kids, Hubby and myself.  Baby Dunk recently kicked out one of Hubby’s teeth (!) during a crazy attempt at getting the baby down for a nap, so dental care became a sudden priority for all of us.  Three different dentists, three different appointments – booked around our already full schedule of parent interviews and case conferences.

Hubby has been walking around with a missing tooth for a while now, so he can wait a little longer for his appointment.  I personally think the missing tooth adds to Hubby’s charm, in a ‘Tow Mater’ kind of way.  Hubby thinks it makes him look crazy.

Honestly, we don’t have time to deal with it, so we just Keep Calm and Carry On.

Which leads us back to birthdays.

Time is flying by in the way that only parents of young children know.  The hour before bedtime takes an eternity, and whole days fly by in the blink of an eye.  Six months, a year, are gone before you know it.

Heartbreakingly sad, both Mr. Sensitive and Little Miss Adorable are imitating my way-too-busy working life.  Little Miss Adorable stuffs her purse with toys and leaves her baby doll in a stroller while she bum shuffles to the front door holding a sippy cup and keys, calling out, “Goodbye, I love you, have a good day.”

Even more tragic – Mr. Sensitive will type at a laptop and announce in a grumpy voice, “I’m busy, I’m really busy.”


In our crazy-busy life of too much to do and too many appointments (see the busy Month of May) this becomes a tragedy.  We are so busy trying to get the daily stuff of life done that we don’t have time for the really important stuff, like birthday parties.

Sometimes, the really important stuff is the stuff of every day.  Afternoons spent making play doh creations and drawing pictures.  Story time and cuddling a warm child snuggled against you.  Washing your child in the bath and admiring how perfect their skin is.  The few minutes before the child lying beside you in bed dozes off – their breathing slows, and they look angelic in the evening light.

As a parent of three children in a crazy-busy life, I say every day is worth celebrating.  We just need to find the time.

Little Miss Adorable – busy working

How do you manage work, family and special occaisions?


About Angela

Super-powered, Special Ed teacher and special needs mama to FOUR (!) children with an assortment of special needs; including Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy and Prader Willi Syndrome. Our family features a heavy dose of good ol' ADHD). I blog about our halfpastnormal life.
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