Public Service Announcement: Kids’ birthday parties don’t have to give you nightmares. Promise.
Last year, I decided to throw my son a birthday party.
I researched themes like a mad woman and spent way too much time on Pinterest ‘pinning’ all things pirate-related.
I created an impressive menu of pirate-themed goodies and had grand plans of a fondant-covered masterpiece that Cake Boss would have been proud of.
I made sure to invite all of his little friends and planned to have the party at the local park, as our small townhouse was seriously undersized for parties. Before I knew it, the party was bigger than Ben Hur and the cost made me want to shudder, but it was all going to be worth it. I was going to be crowned Super Mum.
On the day before the event I saw the weather report. Rain, rain, and a few thunderstorms thrown in for good measure. I tried to remain positive. I even went to a Zen place when I found that the dog had broken into the lolly bags I had stayed up prepping the night before.
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By midnight that night I wanted to throw in the towel. I was now on my fourth attempt at a fondant-covered pirate ship which now in no way resembled a vessel and was more ‘unidentified sea creature’. My kids ate popcorn for dinner because I got lost in party prep and forgot that I actually had to feed them each and every day and my husband had to remove them from the room after I let fly a few too many adult words in response to my many baking fails.
The next morning I woke to pouring rain and my dreams of a sun-drenched park party faded. I advised all attendees that the venue had been moved to our house and all of a sudden I was faced with the ‘mass clean up’ as well as all the party stuff.