I don't get it, I must be abnormal. Kids parties are joyous occasions right? Balloons and cake and games...and crying...and fighting over toys...and someone puking in a corner...
|Are we having fun yet?|
Stab me in the eye with a plastic fork and get it over with.
Yesterday we went to an amazing party for a friends son. I love my friend and she really does throw a great party. It was a Batman theme and she had made capes and masks for all the kids, the cake was a fancy fondant Gotham City in miniature, even the lollipops had capes. The birthday boy had a special visit from The Dark Knight himself (his uncle in a rented suit, shh, it's our little secret). The weather was beautiful, the snacks were plentiful and the kids had a great time and behaved beautifully.
I'm the only freak that didn't thoroughly enjoy herself.
The timing might have had something to do with it. For the record, Sunday mornings are for sleeping. It is the one day of the week that I can snuggle in bed with my babies after having a leisurely (and well deserved after a week of night feedings) lie in. It's a day for eating pancakes, sipping coffee while I share the paper with my hubby and puttering around the house.
|After our ironic pillow fight can you iron my chinos so I can grab a soy milk latte?|
Instead my Sunday went a little something like this:
- Wake up at 8:30 instead of usual 10:00. (What is this, a weekday?) Pour a cup of much needed coffee.
- Hastily wrap present for the birthday boy, despite best intentions of wrapping it the night before. Rejoice in the fact that I am not wrapping it in the car on the way to the party, as I usually do.
- Plan getting ready down to the last minute "I'll get CeeCee showered while you change Parker's butt, then I'll bathe Parker while you get CeeCee dressed, then you can dress Parker while I get showered..."
- Realize that planning has taken too long and I now no longer have time to shower. Take slug of coffee only to realize that it is cold and has a Cheerio floating in it. (Thanks CeeCee)
- Abandon attempt at styling uncooperative hair and slap on a headband. Toy with the idea of makeup and then decide it isn't worth it.
- Pack kids into car and rush to arrive on time. Arrive late anyway. Realize that despite arriving late we are still one of the first families to show up.
- Make awkward small talk with other mothers, who I don't know, about their kids, who I also don't know.
- Accidentally knock my friends toddler face first onto the ground (It could happen to anybody people. He zigged, I zagged. It wasn't intentional. STOP STARING AT ME) Luckily kids are apparently made of rubber and the little tyke was none the worse for wear, although he kept his distance for the rest of the day. Can't blame him, I'm the mean lady that beats up little kids for fun
- Watch my child consume Cheetos, hot dogs, cape wearing lollipops and a large-ish slice of the Gotham City Police Dept. Mentally prepare for the sugar crash and/or tummy ache later.
|What do you MEAN I can't have cake for supper!|
CeeCee is a Spirited Child, that means that she can be very intense most of the time. I was surprised to see that she wasn't bouncing off the walls. In fact she was very introverted and looked almost sad. I don't know if it was the change in her routine or the fact that she was surrounded by strangers but it took her forever to warm up. By the time she hit her stride it was, of course, time to pack up and go home. After a power nap in the car she was good as new.
In the end it was worth it. The birthday boy got spoiled, his mom got a reputation as the best party planner ever, CeeCee kept down all her food and as for Mr. Zinga and myself we got the best present ever.
|CeeCee as Batgirl|
Our very own superhero:)
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