I’ve tried, I really have.
Every time a birthday party rolls around I have this
delusion idea in my head that it’s going to be epic.
Go viral on Pinterest, and have Martha Stewart calling me the next day to ask me how I did it.
I’ve paid for sets of party printables and and spent late nights meticulously cutting them out.
I’ve poured over pinterest boards for the perfect boy girl party themes for the twins.
And scoured the interwebs for the perfect jumpers waterslides and activities to match each theme.
But you know what happens? Why you don’t see my parties plastered all over social media?
The printables stayed in the folder I so carefully placed them in because I was busy setting up a tie-dye station.
Jumper orders got cancelled without notice because I didn’t click reserve fifteen minutes after putting it in my online cart.
My camera lost beneath a pile of pretzel rolls by the coffee maker, instead of taking pictures of the party.
And the dishes, laundry, and kids. Let’s not forget about them.
See, they don’t take kindly to being put on the back burner for three days in the interest of a three hour party with their friends.
But I haven’t completely given up.
I decorate my own cakes. I make no less five trips to the party store for supplies. And I stress for at least three days before each one.
So that’s got to count for something right?
I think so.
And no matter what kind of disaster strikes my vision, the kids have yet to not have fun at any one of the thirteen birthday parties I have planned so far.
Let alone even notice any of the problems that
led me to drinking kept me up at night.
And while I should be aiming low by now, I keep thinking somewhere around the corner is perfection if not awe inspiring.
And if you’ve got a minute would you mind taking a second to vote for the mama? I’m hanging tough in 26th place!
I’m better at aiming low with contests than I am with parties.