I just survived an incredibly exhausting, fun-filled weekend.

This is what life is all about.

My daughter.  The little rat.  When I wasn’t paying a bit of attention, she took all of her 18 month old chubby cuteness, and sold it to this wild, bubbly 7 year old who now lives in my house.  What the hell?

Zoe decided a month ago that she wanted to have a birthday blowout.  She planned the entire thing.  From the food, to the dance contest, to the sleeping bag placement at the slumber party….she planned every last detail.  And while it was a good deal of work, it was a total blast.

By 8 o’clock Friday night, we had 2 dozen people in our house.

Mostly children.

We ate walking tacos.  And huge pieces of birthday cake.  There was a dance contest to Thriller.  And a makeover session, complete with manicures.  And tons and tons and tons of laughter.

My daughter and I planned a hum-dinger, if I do say so myself.  Our best friends, all together in one house, for a night we’ll always remember.

Zoe told me that her favorite part was her Aunt Carrie being there, because Carrie’s birthday is the next day and it’s something they always share.  (What 7 year old says this?)  While I have to agree with Zoe on the amazing, everlasting coolness of the Aunt Carrie, my personal choice for best moment was when Tenderoni walked in.  Because my ex was sitting right by the door.  Mwa ha ha…

Did I eat too much this weekend?  A-duh.  Yes I did.  But I also went for a nice long walk, did Hip Hop Abs with one of my dearest friends and our kids, and chased 7 year olds for 6 hours.  That’s gotta count for something.

Special occasions are worth the splurge. 

The trick is not doing it every day.

Back to moderation today.  Because I’m worth it.