Why can't you just be a Normal Mom?

I'm planning a small kid party for Carter's 6th birthday. This is our first venture into the kid party world.  Carter wants a Buzz Lightyear birthday party.  Ok.  We can do that. So I'm planning party games grabbing aliens with "The Claw" and building a space ship out of a gigantic box we saved from Christmas.  Then getting into the spirit of things, I decided I'd make myself a "Jessie the Yodeling Cowgirl" costume.  I bought a ball of red yarn at Walmart and Carter and I whipped up a bright red wig of yarn.   I'm practicing so I can greet each guest at the door with a "YeeeeHaaawww! It's Yeeeeewwww! It's reeaaallllyy Yeeewwww!!"

Jessie The Yodeling Cowgirl

When Jim came home from work that night he saw the mess of red wig hanging on the back of my chair and when I told him of my plans he nonchalantly turns to walk out of the room and asks, "Why can't you just be a normal mom?"

Aspiring to be "normal" is like aspiring to look "fine."   Who wants to just be NORMAL? It's so vanilla.   I strive to be an exceptional mother.  This is the most important job I'll ever have.  I'm giving it my all.  Including making a space ship and wearing a red wig made out of yarn.

Just for the record, I did ask Carter if he wants me to dress up and do all this and he said yes.  And Jim was just joking about the normal bit, he's always the first to encourage and support me... I just don't think he'll be donning the Buzz Lightyear costume I dreamed up.