Sometimes when life gets too organized, I find myself dumped on with extra activities. usually of my own doing. But not this time. This time I got roped into it by a very sad, mopey face with a good excuse.
A certain Bun will be turning six years old in just over two weeks. And he wants a friend party. This means we need to start planning in May. And it's not May anymore people.
I tried to tell him he can have one when he turns 8. But he pointed out that Hammy had one and he just turned 4, and Gabbers had one too when she was 4, and HE didn't get one when he turned 4 and why not??!!
So, I told him I was hospitalized with the twins' pregnancy. And when he was five (when we were going to try to do the party), I was pregnant with Peach.
He looked at me and said resolutely, "Well, I want my friend party this year. and I want a pinata and to play musical chairs."
And I couldn't answer with, "Bun dear, I'm just about full right now with swim lessons, ballet, and occupational therapy. Not to mention Daddy has an inspection at work this month which means I'd have to plan everything myself-- which I usually do with parties but I wouldn't necessarily have the time since I'd be putting you all to bed by myself with his late nights and be limited to how much time I have in the evenings after I finally get y'all to sleep. I think if I have to bake a cake or even have one in the home it will be detrimental to my diet. And I'm still freaked out we got our XBOX Live account hacked into with our credit card run up and wondering if we should stop that card right now just in case. I'm thinking you should just have a party with your siblings and maybe just go bowling."
But I did not answer like that. He would've glazed over like you just did.
So I've got to get me some crafty links to show me what shapes I can slap newspaper with flour and glue on and magically turn it into a fanciful child's birthday party pinata. And invite enough kids over to march around chairs.