I like comfort food.
And red wine.
Sometimes I need them badly.
Here's a picture of me really pissed off at my husband taking my picture over dinner.
Here are the other two just before that moment.
And this one:
Let's rewind a few hours more so I can explain.
You see, it was my 8-year-old son's birthday party today.
Everyone was all very excited.
I was even proud of myself for being so on top of things, being organised, as I had booked everything way in advance for this party.
(We even had my daughter's birthday party the day before! Actually, that probably just shows how insane I am. Why do I do this to myself?)
Thirty minutes before the party was supposed to start, my phone rings.
It was the Go Kart company.
"Uh, hi MaryAnne. This is ___ from the Go Karts. Yeah - we, um, can't get into the school grounds. No one is letting us in. Not sure if anyone is here."
I suddenly had a BAD feeling about this.
"OH. OK. I'm almost there. I'll meet you and hopefully we'll get in."
Twenty minutes later, we arrive, and they are still waiting outside the gate, unable to get in.
No one is 'home'.
After about an hour of waiting and trying to work something out with a security person, we realise the best thing to do is just leave.
Nothing could be done.
Go Karts go home (they were very understanding about the situation).
So I made the instantaneous decision that we bring the party to my house.
14 children in my house.
Do I need to keep telling you the story?
Do the photos explain why I had an empty glass of wine, some sweet potato chips, with mayo and ketchup in front of me?
Yes, this evening, after everyone was gone, I was stuffing my face and trying to numb myself silly.
What a day.
It actually all turned out fine.
The no-show at the venue turned out to be the worst thing that happened, luckily.
The kids all had a blast.
The cake was stellar and delicious.
(Chocolate cake with chocolate buttercream frosting. So good. The whole thing was devoured in minutes.)
And best of all, my son was happy as a pig in shit.
He loved it.
Now on to my preparations for my week to follow.
Who am I adjusting this week?
Are you getting an adjustment?
You bet I certainly am!
After a weekend like this one, I need at least 2!
What about you?
See you soon - book your adjustment tonight!
— Dr MaryAnne