I think I’m developing a multiple personality disorder. That’s the only way I can explain writing yesterday about how I’m not throwing the newest Kindergartener a birthday party and then shopping online for bounce house rentals the very next day. That’s flaky. Right? I’m officially a flaky spaz. Either that or the maternal guilt stomped all over my soul saying throw the party or she’ll be on Dr. Phil in 20 years. My maternal guilt will also be stomping all over my husband’s soul if he’s not back from his trip to help me with it.
In my head, I decided I’d just throw a bounce house up in the yard and toss a table in the garage for cake and craft/games. When it seemed easy, I mentally committed. Now that I’m all in, my innate need to go overboard is already coordinating bounce house pricing, invitations and who will hang the banner over the garage that I haven’t made and didn’t even know I was planning to make until 10 minutes ago. I’ve been mentally planning for less than two hours and I already have a deadline picked out for when the invitations need to go out. My current conundrum is whether I should bake an extra mini cake so she can blow out candles on her birthday and still have cake at the party later in the week. That’s in addition to the cupcakes for her class. I know. There is no end to my ability to make my own life more complicated.
My husband about rolled his eyes right out of his head when I announced the party. Mostly the part about the party not being at Chuck E. Cheese. He thinks I should let Chuck E. Cheese entertain and clean up after other people’s children. He did not, however, realize to have or not to have a party had ever been up in the air. Further proof the man doesn't read this website but I'm going to let that slide since I need him to clean the garage to get ready for the party I'm throwing in there.
This will be my first children’s party. The first little invitations that will go out. The first bounce house killing my grass. I’m thinking 10:30 to 12:30 on Saturday. Too short? Three hours instead? What if kids have sports in the morning? Would 11 to 1 be better? 1 to 3? Craft or game? No crafts or games? The details! The tiny staggering little details! I’d bore the Internet more but I need to get back to brainstorming party invitations while I pretend to work.