This morning I was on Pinterest, just looking around. I saw a picture of a bride and groom sealing a time capsule at their wedding. I thought, wouldn't it be fun to do that at Sophia's birthday party? Have all the guests bring something to put in it. For her 5th birthday, I thought, and she could open it at her 10th. And re-do it for her 15th. And I thought, I should start planning, only 6 months to go. And then I realized-She's not turning 5 next year. Charlotte is.

So then started crying, feeling like a shitty mom for getting my kids ages mixed up. For letting my mind plan something for my 5 year old that I wont get to have a party for. I may still have the time capsule party for Sophia's 4th. Or I wont. So that was my shitty mom moment of the day.

About 45 minutes later, Sophia woke up and came downstairs. She asked me to go upstairs and get back in bed with her. I said, "No way, it's time to party!" And she said, "But I don't want to party. I want to sleep." So I went upstairs and snuggled with her (but didn't let her go back to sleep because then she'd be up all night. It's 10:50- guess who's still up?) But we snuggled, and we giggled, and that was my not-so-shitty mom moment of the day.