The scariest day thus far

I jokingly tell people that I hold the following philosophy: If my child is going to sit on a psychiatrist sofa and complain how her mother ruined her life, by golly I’m not going to make a liar out of her.

Today I saw that future.

At the grocery store this evening Tessa blurts out of nowhere, “You didn’t buy me BALLOONS for my birthday!” She then went on to tell me in a drama presentation worthy of an Oscar, that she never had a real birthday party because there were no BALLOONS!”

I stood there flabbergasted. Her birthday party was more than TEN weeks ago!

The birthday party that included a HOME MADE Dora cake that took HOURS to bake and frost to perfection, a piñata stuffed with prizes and candy, a crowd of people who love and adore her, and a whole boatload of gifts! There were invitations, food to prepare, activities to plan...

Oh, just pray that the psychiatrists goes easy on Tessa's "mommy dearest".