Let's Hope
You guys, it’s been a week and I think maybe I have dodged the parental equivalent of hell. Mila attended a birthday party for one of her friends a few months ago. Said party was ALL THAT, of course, and ever since Mila has been convinced that she was going to have a birthday party.
Which, NOPE.
I mean, I’m not opposed to celebrating my kids’ birthdays, but can we wait to include half the kids in our time zone? Do we have to do it at age 4? I decided I was going with NOT A CHANCE, but Mila was undeterred.
She mentioned that she should have a Cars cake for said party about 139857139874 times. Her friend had a Cars cake, so it wasn’t hard to figure out where the idea originated. There would also be Cars streamers and balloons and let's just go all in on Cars, please.
Mila also mentioned all of the presents she would open. There was a present opening portion of the party when there was Cars cake, so again, this wasn’t an original idea. I understood the allure of it, of course. Who wouldn’t want a giant pile of fun wrapped things? There would be Hatchimals and babies and all of the fun things.
Or, you know, an outfit, a kite, and some lights for the fairy gardens. That might have been as far as I was willing to go with the presents. I certainly wasn’t going to invite a bunch of friends over to our house just so I could expand the gift count.
Just typing those words made me cringe. Can you imagine a house full of 3 and 4-year olds? That’s a nightmare dipped in horror right there. One of them is enough to make me beg for mercy as I fall over from exhaustion. A bunch of them would be the sort of thing that would cause me to go running like Forrest Gump, except I would never return.
It’s been a week since her birthday. It has been three whole days since Mila last mentioned that we should have a party. I might be in the clear. Maybe. FINGERS CROSSED, YOU GUYS.
Tuesday, June 5, 2018
Reader Comments (2)
So... I'm holding my breath here. Is everything still ok? :-)
I have never had the courage to NOT do a birthday party for the small kid. Come to think about it maybe I should try it. I did this with the older one and he was fine and cool and things. But I am (secretly) afraid of the little one. She's fiercesome.
That's why we have them at a park or bowling alley or somewhere where the madness isn't in my house. Plus, there's room to move. :-)