Simple. Sweet. Happy.
Olivia’s birthday was yesterday.
For years, and for every birthday, we hang up a “Happy Birthday” sign. Just some sign I got at some party store years ago.
But it’s become old. Tired. And it’s a dumb-looking sign.
Lame. Yet festive.
When I was growing up, every birthday morning I’d wake up to a sign my parents made. A BIG sign made from butcher paper, hanging in the dining room or living room. “Happy Birthday Jenny!”. My parents and sister decorated the sign with notes, silly jokes and silly drawings. I loved those signs.
I have kind-of tried to carry on the tradition… a cheesy party store sign. Not anywhere near as great as what my parents did for me, but in my “better than nothing” state-of-mind… it was better than nothing.
At least my kids didn’t have anything else to compare to, so they love it when the sign comes out.
But as I went to grab that old sign for Olivia’s birthday morning, I said to my self, “SELF. That is a stupid sign. You can do better than that.”
I also said to myself, “SELF. It is 11:30. What other option do you have?”
Within moments, and in a rare moment of genius… I opened up a new Word document. I set the font size to 550 and assigned different colors to different letters, and 5 minutes later… a new sign! It’s not grand. It’s not fancy (taped to the window), but simple, sweet and happy…
And wicked cheap.
The thing is, I would have loved to have hand-made a swaggy, fabric swag cutey sweet thing to drape across the windows. But I had 2 choices:
- Do something I could do… keep it simple, but fun.
- Hang up the old sign.
Friends, I used to pull together some pretty fabulous party-ness… back when I was a new mom. But I just about killed myself doing it.
Poor new mommies. SO much pressure. *rubs shoulders of the ghost of New Mommy Jenny*
I am not that mom anymore. I want to put in effort to make my kids’ birthdays different from regular days, but folks… life. LIFE. I just can’t maintain what I had set out to do when I was a driven new mommy with ideals and plans and something to prove.
I think I have proven I can’t hack it. And I am totes cool with that.
Though I do have plans and ideals, but they don’t involve hand making a robot costume until 3 a.m. the night before Halloween. Instead, they involve printing out colored letters that spell “HAPPY BIRTHDAY” at 11:30 at night.
So. Simplifying. Is it cheating or is it sanity?
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