Every year Lindsey's birthday does this to me. I always say I'm going to plan ahead, but then Christmas gets chaotic, and then we are just trying to recover from the chaos and get through New year's, and then it's time to take down the decorations, and suddenly Lindsey's birthday party is this Saturday and I've not sent out one single invitation.
I tried to get her to have it at one of the pottery painting places, so I don't have to deal with the mess and clean up, etc, but she wants to have it at home again. She just wants a very few friends and family, thankfully.
So anyway...I guess I've got to get invites mailed out today. I so wish her birthday was maybe a week or 2 later so it wouldn't do this to me every year. But given how miserably large I was, and the fact that she was over 10 pounds, I don't think I could have survived being pregnant much longer anyway.
I think I had more to type, but suddenly J is here 'helping' me, telling me to 'push the green button'....