Frantic Mom

I admit that I'm obsessively thinking about my son's first birthday. The gifts, the cake, the parties; even, whether or not he has something spiffy to wear. My obsession is interesting to no one but myself. However, because it is an obsession, it has taken over my brain and I have nothing else to write about this evening. So I might as well stop there. A pathetic little post, but so be it.