Dum Dum de Dum

I figured the Imperial March from Star Wars sums up the mood of the week. Dark, dirge-like, morose yet powerful with a triumphant- I hope -ending.

Just click the video and hum along with me.

This is the soundtrack  to my week.

I am in the middle of preparing for a Star Wars themed birthday party for my 7 year old son. That I am holding at my house.

Say those three words along with me now:  at. my. house.

Now let’s all let out a collective shudder of horror and repeat the mantra “you must be out of your mind. You must be out of your mind.”

For I am- rightfully so- out of my mind, but there was no other option unless you consider taking out a second mortgage on the house to pay for a birthday party an “option”.

We have family, friends and children of all ages coming this weekend, some that may not make it due to the weather but most are coming. Save renting a hall, I could not figure out how to have everyone in the same place at the same time.

So.

They are descending upon my house.

Now, if you are a descendee, don’t fear, you are loved, wanted and I am really looking forward to seeing you.

Fo’ sure. Would I lie to you?

But I have thus far avoided any major parties in my house for the kids birthdays and this would be the first one that has entire families popping by for a good time.

Meep.

I also have two children home sick from school who sound like they are coughing up their lungs.Literally. It’s this really nasty, wet, chesty sound that makes me want to ask them if I should put them on the wait list for a pulmonary transplant.

However, despite sick kids, nasty weather and a tendency to overdo just about everything I undertake,  I am getting things done and no one will notice if the life size paper mache C3PO isn’t completed in time or the actor playing Vader doesn’t show up after all.

Just kidding.

Kinda.

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