A couple of weeks ago I blogged about my daughter’s upcoming birthday party. How I was going the more affordable route by staying at home. I showed you this fluffy little outfit that cost too much, but I was going to put on my kid and then promptly take off after the party and sell in the future. Oh yes, I had a plan. *Cough* Time for a reality check. The day before the party I went to a party store and spent about $65 on stuff I probably didn’t need.
Well. Those carefully laid plans? *Crash* The guests start to arrive and I throw us full throttle into the craft portion of the party. Surely the safest most fun part. Not so much. I hand out the paint filled pens and sun catchers and turn my back for a moment. When I turn around again. Chaos.
All the pens have magically exploded…all over the table. And the children. Green paint all over one girl’s cute shirt. And I turn to my daughter and that’s when I see it. Her frothy pink outfit covered in black paint. It’s on the shirt. In the tulle skirt. I knew–instantly–that my chances of selling that outfit were gone. Zilch. And beyond that Oh f*ck me! moment, I realized I may have just pissed off a lot of parents. :doh: So I scooped up everything into a garbage bag immediately and called a halt to the craft hour. Changing the tablecloth as well.
(this is actually a good pic, the black paint is on the other side of her sleeve)
Fortunately the rest of the party went swell. Pinata was good (they beat that freaky looking unicorn!). The cupcake decorating–those kids chowed down. And then ate the actual cake too. Well the side my daughter didn’t blow spit on while blowing out candles.
All in all, it went pretty well. Thirteen kids. Four adults. I was wiped by the end of the day. Went to bed at 9:30. Whewee.
By the end of the party my daughter had paint, ketchup, and cake on the outfit. But I let it go. And prayed that the kids parents wouldn’t hate me. I could have obsessed. But what’s the point in obsessing? I don’t do it. Do you? Would you have freaked? Obsessed?
