Tonight my daughter went to the annual girls club slumber party. I recently took over one of the classes so I was sooooo excited to help plan and participate in the party. I love parties. I love planning them and doing them and eating cake. I was given decorations. I love decorations too. So I scoured every store in town for anything that was appropriate for our theme. It was tea party this year. So stankin cute.
I shopped till I dropped and couldn't wait to have all the fun of decorating and hanging out with the girls. Until I couldn't get a sitter and Dan couldn't get the time off. I decided I was not going to let this little hang up dissuade me. That moment is probably when the stress happened.
It happened and it grew as I learned that I would have to take all three children with me to said sleepover and I couldn't stay the night. At least I had the sense to know that a sleepover with a 4 year old boy, a baby and a room full of little girls wasn't the best plan. Those ingredients don't make a good cake. I was determined to go and make this the best experience for my daughter though....and all those other kids too.
So I get there and immediately Lorelai is unpleasant. She screamed at me for the entire hour and a half it took me to decorate. She screamed in spite of all attempts by Vanessa and Logan to entertain her with whatever buffoonery they could imagine. No dice. Not happening. I continued hanging my iridescent wall decals until Logan informed me he had to go to the bathroom. Ok, he is four. He should be able to handle that. Not even. I realized that fact when I heard him yelling for me. I turned around to find him naked from the waste down informing me that he thinks he might have pooped. Awesome. For some reason he didn't seem to notice he was in public until some of the little girls started to snicker. Instead of running away in shame he got mad. I walked his furious naked self into the bathroom and gave him the clean undies I psychically knew he was going to need.
Things started to go better after that. One of the dads came early and helped finish the decorating and I was pleased with the outcome. Lorelai was getting more and more agitated by the minute. So I sat down to hold her when one of the girls said she didn't get a tote bag to decorate. How could we be short? I was not going to let this happen so I volunteered to go to the store and get another one. I piled the little ones into the van and off we went only to discover that one of our other helpers had already shopped that store and cleaned them out. At least I could get the paper plates needed for breakfast. So I did and took them back to the church.
Our current in charge lady, who is the best ever and no that is not an exaggeration, came out to retrieve the paper plates. She made me laugh, and helped me get myself back together. I drove home exhausted, but satisfied that Vanessa had plenty of hours left at her sleepover that I wouldn't ruin with my insanity. I got home and reached over to get my purse and there sat the paper plates. All I could do is roll my eyes and go inside. I might consider taking it down a notch next time, but I am not sure I am physically capable. At least I already have the paper plates.
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This is so fun! I love that you've given your chirren lots of memories. That's the best ever.
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