What was I thinking?

First, let me say that to a point I can be a perfectionist. I know that this has it's good and it's bad, but love me just the same. When it comes to my child I simply become a neurotic, "I want it to be the best possible," perfectionist. Birthday parties for my child, just put me into overdrive.

Now, it's hard enough to move. We have lived in the same house that we had built 8 1/2 years ago when we got married. We just aren't the moving type. We are more of the cozy, settle in one place type. I have found that over the last week and a half since closing, I have sprouted triple the number of gray hairs that I had before thanks to this whole moving business. I simply feel overwhelmed and can't tell up from down half the time. Yes, we are slowly getting it down but man I wish we had it all done. I look around and feel like we have done nothing and I had really, really, really wanted to be moved in before Chase's party. Which, brings me to the whole next paragraph.

I sort of remember making the comment that I did not want to attempt to move into a new house while trying to plan Chase's Big Mickey Mouse Birthday Bash... at the zoo. Apparently I should have never said that, because it's exactly what is happening. Being the neurotic perfectionist I am, I do it all. The planning, the party bags, the suckers, the cake, you get the picture. Only this year I am doing individual cakes, one Mickey Mouse for each child. How many children you ask? 18. Yes, I think I've lost it. Oh, then there is the big cake for the 22+ adults we are expecting. Hmmmm, what was I thinking?