So, birthday gifts wrapped. Check
Balloons and presents delivered to the restaurant. Check
4 year old ready to terrorize New Seoul Garden tonight. Check.
4. I can't believe he is 4. To this day, I still can't believe that I am a mom. That I have a son. It still feels strangely odd at at times. A bit unreal. A bit amazing.
I'm looking forward to our week down south, but at the same time, I dread missing my son. I know he'll have a great time with grandma and grandpa so why all the guilt? I suppose I'll never know. The guilt, the fear, the Xanax. They go hand in hand it seems.
Oh, and something a bit on the lighter side to leave you with for the next week.
Conversation with fellow employee today:
Me: I love her hair
Colleague: Who, the one with the red rinse in her hair?
Me: Yeah, it's gorgeous, and she styles it in all these different ways. Up, down...
Colleague: Well you could do that if...uh...
Colleague: Wait, do you cut your hair all the time or does it just not grow?