I’d post only…
…only I’m up to my elbows in flour glue because I’m making a pinata because Daniel is about to be eight and because he’s too new to have really close friends in school so we had to invite everyone in his class which at one point I thought would be fine but now I’m feeling like it won’t because I don’t like kids, particularly other people’s kids and I have to make a pinata because I don’t know what I’m trying to prove and who I’m trying to prove it too but I’ve got a They Might Be Giants podcast playing which is making things better because they just played Little Birdhouse in Your Soul but in older, hoarier voices and now they’re singing Road Movie to Berlin which I also love *sigh* but I really have to go know and make Daniel a card and maybe wrap presents only I hate to wrap presents which means I should have done this a week ago and half the children haven’t RSVPed — their parents I mean, I don’t really expect the children to call — so now I’m not sure how many of anything to get ready and I have to make coffee for parents too because we live miles and miles from anywhere anyone else lives except the people who live near us who live quite near really and my parents are here which I love which I fear and feel stressed and how long does paper mache take to dry do you think and can I pack up the cookies yet or will all the little chips smear oh I should wait, but I need to go to bed because I have to get up early and when am I supposed to get any work done and I should like to have a drink but I need to find where I hid all the various presents which I really just do by sticking them somewhere nearby when I think they ought to be hid and I should really go find them so I’m going to go wash my hands my head and my cardigan and then find presents and go to bed (but not on the presents unless things get really bad) and I will post something tomorrow because that’s really his birthday and oh my god he’s eight which means I’ve been a mother for eight years already so why am I not better at it by now goddammit.
Having to invite the whole class to a birthday party would kill me I reckon. Happy birthday to your 8 year-old for tomorrow!
Oh man. I can relate, I get the same way about parties. I am very good at planning them, but when the kids arrive? ohmigosh. Thankfully dh knows that he is in charge of carrying out my plans.
Happy Birthday to Daniel- and happy birth day to you, mama, you certainly are good at it.
Have you taken a breath yet????
Or knocked yourself out with the pinata-bashing stick???
Happy birthday to Daniel. Hope that the party went well and that you are flushed with success.
Coffee, you need coffee (with a belt of Kahlua in it). That’s why we don’t do parties at home. Find your local zoo, bowling alley, roller rink, mini-golf course, gymnastics center, and throw a 2-hour bash there.