etcetera, etcetera, etcetera!

I have the kids birthday party tomorrow. Mya's going to be 7 on Sunday and Keifer will be 4 on monday. Keith turned 28 on this passed Monday.

Today I have to run and get my brother so he can stay over for the party tomorrow. Take the kids shopping for their gifts. Get party stuff. Make cupcakes and salad for the party. Set up tables tonight. Go to the dollar store. Go to Walmart. Wash clothes. Clean this house. Etc. Etc. Etc.

Then my grandparents from Cali are coming in tonight and I have NO IDEA if they are coming to the party or not. If not then most likely they will wanna pay a visit during the week, which I can handle. But if they wanna come to the party, then thats another whole thing. Because you see... the party... is gonna have a ton of people there. My MIL invited a shitload of peeps from her side of the family, including her mother. I invited a shitload of kids from all over the neighborhood and all my friends and their kids. I havent even counted the whole list of people. And all I have to feed all these people will be hot dogs and brats and fucking salad. And cupcakes. If you ever wanna know how to throw a birthday party when you're shit broke, contact me. I can give you some pointers.

I am stressing people. I hate stress. I do not do well under stress. I buckle under stress. In an event of something catastrophic happening... I would be one of those people to scream and rip their clothes off and freak the fuck out. I sure as hell wouldnt be that person who takes hold and controls the situation so well, that later they are given a medal of coolness.

My mind is reeling. My nerves are berserk. I want to climb into a huge cocoon made of comforters and quilts and comfy pillows. I want to metamorphasize into another creature so that I can fly away from this insanity that is my life.