The Baby Shower

I am feeling pretty darn good right now.

I have been stressed to the max about today and now it’s finally over and I can say that I honestly feel like I pulled it off well.

I successfully threw a Baby Shower.

My sister-in-law is pregnant. She had a baby shower out-of-state with her family a couple months ago, but apparently it didn’t go well. Her mother invited all of her own friends and only a couple of my SIL’s so it wound up being a flop from what I hear.

I felt bad and decided that I would throw a shower here for two reasons.

  • One: it would make her happy, and
  • two: our family (my brother’s family) could be a part of it.

I never had a baby shower, nor have I ever attended one so I had NO idea how to go about this. My knowledge of showers consists only of what I have seen in movies. Of course, I had my moments of “it’s not fair that I should do all this when nobody did this for me” but I tried to avoid the Pity Party thoughts and focused on what I WOULD have wanted had I been given one. I was young when I had my first so obviously my brothers (being younger than me) couldn’t do anything, my mother was dealing with her own issues at the time and I didn’t have many (any) friends so… Anyway, we are all older and in a better place right now and if I were pregnant I’m sure they WOULD do something for me. So, that is how I came to be ¬†throwing a Baby Shower in the middle of my second to last semester of Nursing School while my husband is deployed.

My brother was beyond excited that I wanted ¬†to do this which made me very happy since we haven’t always had the best relationship. Fortunately, he has a lot of friends because I don’t, and the party would have been a real flop if invitations had been left up to me. He invited a whole bunch of people who I didn’t know, but I trust his judgement so I wasn’t worried about any weirdos coming to my house.

In theory it was a great idea, but when it came down to it I may have bitten off more than I could chew. Well, I was starting to think that. As I said, I pulled it off so apparently I can chew a lot.

Here’s how it went down, of course, in true Me fashion, I waited until the last minute to do everything so I basically started yesterday afternoon.

First thing I did was the Diaper Cake, now, I had never even HEARD of a Diaper Cake until I googled “Baby Showers” to get ideas for decorations. It’s a neat idea, and everything but the ribbons can be used later. This is the final product.

diapers are rolled around bottles for strength and held together with ribbons and rubber bands.

Her color scheme for the baby’s room is pink, green and black so that is what I tried to go with for the party.

I was lucky because Valentine’s Day is over and now all the stores have the stuff discounted. I found milk chocolate roses 75% off! I bought a dozen! I also picked up a 2 liter bottle of every type of soda I could find because I didn’t know what everyone liked.

After I finished with the diaper cake the kids and I worked on cleaning the house while I started baking the cakes for the 3 tier that I had decided to attempt (for the first time EVER).

First problem of the night: I thought I had 2 dozen eggs in the fridge. WRONG! I had 6… eggs, not dozens. It was already getting late and I didn’t want to run to the store so I decided to work on decorations for the rest of the night and just head to Sam’s Club early in the morning.

My boys were totally grossed out by all the pink decorations; they said I should have just used the black tablecloths, lol.

of course, every single bottle was opened yet less than half of each was consumed. Can we say "flat soda"?

 

This is what I had accomplished as of about 8pm. Not bad, but not nearly done. I was already getting tired because I had been up all night the night before (that’s another story, geesh). The boys were arguing at this point and I was starting to lose my patience with them so I began working on the first tier of the cake since that was all I could make due to the egg situation.

That’s when C told me that the toilet was “still clogged”. Yeah, that’s right, I had forgotten that he had told me it was clogged hours ago.

Problem #2: I have no plunger. After the last incident with a clogged toilet I put the plunger outside; we then had a snow storm that dropped 3 feet of snow and I haven’t seen the plunger since.

I wound up having to go to the hardware store to buy a plunger. I walked in, found the nearest associate and (with what I can only imagine was a crazed/stressed out look on my face) asked him to point me toward the “biggest, baddest plungers” he had. He laughed and walked me down to them. I asked him if there was something I could pour down the drain just in case the plunger didn’t work (past experience told me that I can’t always rely on a plunger with three boys in the house. We’ve had to have the septic company out here more than once). He said the next best thing would be a snake.

Now, for all of you girly girls out there (such as myself) a “snake” is a long piece of metal that you shove down the toilet to free up a clog. It is the most disgusting thing EVER!

I bought it, all the while crossing every finger I have that I wouldn’t have to use it.

Well, you guessed it, the plunger didn’t do a damned thing. I wound up snaking my toilet and I am not ashamed to admit that I was practically crying, screaming and dry heaving all at the same time, but it worked. When that toilet flushed I wanted to shout it from my rooftop!

After scrubbing my hands until they were almost raw from the hot water, I allowed myself to take a short break from cleaning and baking. I jumped on the computer with my feet up and began typing up a shopping list for the morning. I decided to buy premade appetizers rather than making everything from scratch. That would save a lot of time and stress. That’s when I realized problem #3 of the night. It was Saturday, which meant that I was planning to go to the store on Sunday morning. Woops! Nothing opens early on Sunday! It was now too late to go to Sam’s Club and they weren’t opening until 10am (3 hours before the festivities were scheduled to begin).

I spent the rest of the night cleaning and preparing everything I possibly could because I knew I would be rushing today to get everything done since I couldn’t even BUY the ingredients until 10am.

I wound up crawling into bed around 3am. I set the alarm for 6:30, but hit the snooze until 7:45am.

Problem #4: SNOW!!! Will somebody please tell Mother nature that I’ve had enough of winter this year? I woke up to 5 inches of snow on my very steep driveway. Great! That’s just one MORE thing I have to do before 1pm. Nobody is going to get up my driveway unless I clear it and salt it. I decided to wait until it had finished snowing before even attempting to snowblow. I cleared off my truck, jammed that sucker in 4 wheel drive and backed down the driveway; packing that snow down as I went.

I headed to WalMart and picked up some last minute decorations, then decided to go to the grocery store for the appetizers rather than waiting for Sam’s even though I knew I would spend more.

Luckily, the temps rose quickly and the snow was easy to shovel. I salted, and by the time everyone arrived the driveway was almost clear.

I baked all the cakes and managed to put together my very first double layered, three-tiered cake.

I tried to put a "G" on the cake for the baby's name, but it didn't come out well.

the cake, before I put it on the pedestal

Leaning Tower of Cake

Yes, the cake is leaning. There are wooden pegs supporting it, so it is sturdy but lopsided.

frozen appetizers and turkey sandwiches

I think I did pretty well, considering I pulled it all together in such a short amount of time. I was running like a crazed woman right up until the last minute, in fact, I was still running crazy even after the guests arrived but luckily everyone was very understanding. Not everyone showed, and that was fine by me because fewer people meant less food. Enough people showed that the party was successful though, so all is well.

When my Sister in Law showed up, she was so surprised. She started crying and hugged me. Totally worth all the stress, well, almost, haha.

chocolate fountain with fruit and Bar-B-Q meatballs

I’ll leave you with a few pics from the party!

There were also cars on the street up the road because I live on a curve so it wasn't safe to park in front of the house.

The saying on the mirror is something my Dad used to say.

Z got a little out of hand so my Bro had to put him in his place.

 

>So much for a relaxing night!

>

I’m done for the night. I finished my paper (9 pages APA format) prepared all my documentation for all 22 medications my patient is on tomorrow, printed everything off, showered and still have time to relax… or so I thought.
After getting everything packed away in my backpack I realized it was only 2015, so I jump in the shower and while I’m drying off and putting on my fuzzy jammies I start thinking about relaxing in the living room and maybe even watching a little TV as a reward for finishing everything early. That’s when I hear it…. you know what I’m talking about…. the high pitched, uncontrollable, hysterical laughter that only siblings can bring out in one another. As I silently creep down the hallway I find the boys playing a video game and screaming in laughter at some of the most random things. They were so far beyond silly at this point I didn’t know if they would ever calm down without some sort of IV sedative or a frying pan to the head. In fact, just to prove how crazy they were being; I was sitting on the floor, putting my comfy socks on and they came over to me and began telling me what was so funny. Apparently, they were playing a car racing game and one of them was the “bad guy” the other was the “policeman” trying to pull him over. They went back and forth for a few minutes while I caught maybe every fourth word through the laughing. That’s when Z says “Once a criminal, always a criminal”, I looked at him and asked where he had heard that and he responded with the straightest face possible “High School Musical”. This made B erupt in laughter all over again, only this time he was drinking water. So you guessed it. SNARFFFFF!!!! Only it gets better, guess which direction he was facing when the joke was made. Yup, you guessed it…. MY direction. I got sprayed in B-water. Fantastic! So much for being Zest-fully clean.  Thank goodness it’s bedtime, although, I’m going to have to keep an ear out for escapees. Maybe I should put bells on their doors so when they open them they chime, or maybe a bucket of water, oh if only I could set a trap like Sylvester used to do to catch Tweety; then I would be the one hysterically laughing. Muah hahahah.

>Feeling better at my kid’s expense

> So, here’s what happened.

My boys need haircuts, bad. Another week or two and they’d start stealing my scrunchies. So, I decided that after school I would shave them all, after all it is tick season, and last summer I spent a week in the hospital with my youngest when he developed Lyme Meningitis. OK, so I searched my house today for the hair clippers, to no avail. So, rather than stress about it, I decided to make it easy on myself, I was going to take them to the mall and have it done. Now, I am not used to the prices out here in the civilian world, I mean, the base does it so cheap I wonder how they pay their electric bill. So when I walked in and saw a sign “$14.95 – kids” I was floored. So, I asked about military discounts. The girl behind the counter said they did. I was very happy, because this is not a military town, and very few places offer discounts. So, I asked, how much would the cuts be, because I didn’t want to get caught off gaurd at the end if they only took off a dollar, or something. So, she goes, oh, well, you can’t use it. Ummm, excuse me???? I asked why. And she informed me that it was only for the soldier. I wondered to myself if that meant that marines and sailors were not given the same discount but I kept my mouth shut on that one. She then told me that they would have to come in with their ID. So, I said “oh, no problem, I have ID”. That’s when she went from being an innocent cashier to being a total BITCH in my mind. She looked me up and down and said “you? You mean, you are in the military”? OK, look little Miss I-Fell-In-The-Tackle-Box-And-Can’t-Seem-To-Get-The-Fish-Hooks-Out-Of-My-Face, I may not be in the best of shape, but don’t judge me! So I said “no, I am not active duty military, I am a dependent with an ID card”. To which she replied “yes, as I said, we only give military discounts to military personnel. Sorry”. I thanked her for her time (all the while muttering under my breath) and left the store. Now, normally this wouldn’t be a big deal, so what? I couldn’t get a military discount, I fully expected her to tell me they didn’t offer them anyway, but for some reason, the fact that they offered them but not to me, really upset me. As I walked through the mall with my three kids I started to feel that thing, where, you know you are going to cry and you have about a minute and a half to find shelter. So, I literally did a ’bout face and left the mall. As we left the parking lot I started to feel better, crisis averted. I still wasn’t great, but I had avoided the tears, for now. So I decided to stop at Target on the way home, to see if they had Zumba Videos (which they do not, if any of you are wondering) and bought this awesome thing called a Shake Weight, it looks like a dumb bell but it has shocks on either end. As you shake it the weight is transferred, it is a real bicep workout.

So, we are driving home, and I’m still feeling crappy, it’s amazing how one person saying something stupid, or not even all that stupid, just telling me company policy can totally ruin my day. I mean, it wasn’t even that big of a deal, but now I’m thinking about how much I miss DH and all the things I have to do and don’t have time for, etc. Anyway, the kids started asking me why I bought a dumb bell, I explained that I didn’t want to be flabby, they asked why it had shocks on it, I tried to explain it and decided to just let them try it. So, they are passing it back and forth when I come up with this great plan to get me out of my funk. I asked them “who is the strongest person in the truck”. They all said “me” but Z said it first, so I told him that he had to prove it by shaking the weight with his left arm all the way home (about 15 minutes). If he made it I would let him stay up until 10pm AND he didn’t have to bring up the garbage cans. If he lost the bet, he’d have to go to bed at 8pm and would have to bring up all 3 garbage cans by himself one at a time. But he had to shake right up until the second I shut the truck off in the driveway. Ha! So, he starts shaking and within 3 minutes he is sweating. 5 minutes later his neck muscles are straining. We are all yelling and cheering him on. By this time I am back to normal, having a great time with my long haired, shaggy kids and not even thinking about the I-Have-More-Piercings-Than-A-Voodoo-Doll Bitch from the mall. We get a couple blocks from the house and I stop at a Stop Sign, turn around and start cheering with his bros. It took him about 2 full minutes to realize that I wasn’t driving. I wish I had a camera, cuz the look on his face was priceless. So, I started driving, and when we get to our street I decide I’m going to do the speed limit which is 25. Now, this was extremely frustrating for him because nobody does the speed limit on my street. Literally nobody. Even the Resident State Trooper does about 40-50 mph. So, I told him that I had decided that day to be a role model for everyone in town. His bros cracked up but Z almost cried. We pull into the driveway and turn off the truck. The dumb bell falls out of his hand and the poor kid can’t even lift his arm. Too friggin’ funny. Good thing I made him use his left arm or else he’d be telling me he couldn’t go to school cuz he can’t write, lol.

So, anyway, I’m feeling normal again. I hadn’t been having a bad day up to that point which makes it that much weirder that I would react like that. But I guess emotions are never steady during deployments. I should know that by now.

All right, I’ll talk with you all later.