I wanted to do something special to celebrate my son turning five years old that I was able to share with you. For the past couple of weeks I would toodle around on this website loading and editing pictures with the hopes of publishing it Sunday a.m. in time for his Birthday. But because of a brain aneurysm, I was unable to…
Yep, a brain aneurysm, brought on by the planning of a birthday party. I sent out 9 birthday invitations to 10 boys. I figured I would get six or seven to accept the invitation and I blissfully went about my business preparing cupcakes, balloons and treat-bags. Guess what? 10 accepted and I realized I am stupid for using the wedding-invitation-rule-of-thumb for a bunch of 4-6 year olds. I don’t think any of them have reached that chapter in etiquette.
So Sunday afternoon, at exactly 2:00 p.m., there were 9 minivans in my driveway dropping off their little guys. There were then 10 winter coats, all with hats and gloves stuffed inside sleeves in my spare bed-room; and 11 little boys (now counting my son) running ape-shit in our house.
Next year, I don’t care if it’s -20 degrees F. outside, I’m sending all their sugared-high, spider-man covered asses outside.
Actually it was a lot of fun. There were only three confirmed melt-downs in the two hours I played hostess, and they were all from one boy…my very own.