One more birthday to go.
I won’t be doing much writing this week. My children are home from school on vacation so there is much noise and demands for food going on. Also, I need to get organized for my son’s birthday party on Thursday.
I wanted to do something a little different than last year – where I hauled all my supplies out to the large communal garden in the back yard and let everyone run amok. True, it has the advantage of keeping the fuss out of my house, but the downside is that I feel obligated to invite and feed everyone in the building (children and adults) and carry all of my supplies down four flights of stairs. (Did I say that already? It’s a LOT of stairs!) I did that for my son’s party last fall and daughter’s party in the summer and frankly, I’d like to move away from that sort of party-extravaganza. Keep things small and simple.
Instead, I told my son we’d invite over six of his best buddies for pizza, popcorn and a video. They could wear pajamas, we’ll turn out the lights and have a Scooby-Doo marathon. It will satisfy his lust to constantly have all his friends over to play as well as keep things small and manageable. Right?
I’m beginning to get scared though. If everyone comes – and it looks like they will – we are talking about having seven 4 & 5 year old boys in my house at one time. My living room will be ground zero for all of the noise and mess of the party. I felt pretty confident about this plan until a few of the other mothers looked at me like I was completely nuts – and advised me to put away my breakables.
I’ve invited the other mothers to hang around and enjoy our balcony during the party. There is one mother I am particularly interested in hi-jacking. She’s a kindergarten teacher.
Wish me luck.
At least I’ve already got his present: a pair of Hot Wheels roller blades and an assortment of Cars cars. His two fondest wishes.
