First up....for some reason Sean's birthday always sneaks up on me. It's not that I don't know when his birthday is, I mean I was there when he was born! It's just that Christmas has just passed, and that whole "I can finally relax" feeling sets in and I underestimate how many days there are between Christmas and Sean's birthday. Poor kid.
He's going to be six this year (sniff) and we promised him a party outside of the house for his 6th birthday. He chose a popular playplace nearby that has inflatables to play on. I booked the party and they sent me the invitations in the mail. A few days after Christmas, I settled into my comfy recliner with a Harry Potter Movie and the invitations and wrote them all out. I invited all of the kids in his class, something like 23 of them. I mailed them out almost two weeks in advance, and used my cellphone for the RSVP so people could call or text. The first text I get: "Charlie is very excited for Sean's party! I'm confused though....you wrote Saturday the 10th and the 10th is a Sunday. What day is the party?" UGH, you see where this is going, right? So far fifteen kids are coming and I've had to clarify fifteen times.
Then last night, I realized after dinner that we were busy every other night this week so I needed to go birthday shopping. I chose Walmart because it was something like 10 degrees out and that's not far from home. I walked around for two hours, trying to settle on birthday presents from us and worrying about party favors. I hate giving out party favors!! I'm so not the mom that has it together in this category, and cannot possibly pull off party favors that are Pinterest-worthy. I don't like giving a bag of junk that's going to end up in the junk drawer or at the bottom of a closet, broken and forgotten, either. So after much hemming and hawing, each kid is getting a box of crayons and a little tub of play-doh. (Hey, that's a lot better than some of the favors we've gotten, even)
I get through the register and start heading to the car. As I was wheeling the cart towards the car I hit a bump, sending half of my purchases flying into the air. I'm frantically scooping up crayons and birthday cards and toys, practically on my hands and knees. Then a car comes near me and is making motions for me to get out of the way, they want to park there. I finally scoop up the last box of crayons and wonder (out loud and with much cursing) why this guy can't park in one of the thirty other spots available. Whatever. I get to the car, only to find out that I can't get the back door open. Nope....that door is staying shut come hell or high water. This is when I melt down into something resembling a toddler throwing a tantrum. It's freezing, my feet hurt, all of that crap fell out of my cart and what's worse, I've just spent TWO HOURS IN WALMART. I wanna go home!!! That's when I started throwing (literally) everything in the back seat and cursing like a sailor. (Believe me, I know sailors) I'm glad I didn't see anyone I know, I may have been unrecognizable.
So.....that's all done and I'm putting it behind me. I'm ready for Sean to have a lovely 6th birthday. As soon as I order the cake this afternoon, which I hope will go without a hitch. Fingers crossed.