a two hour 5th birthday party with 8 (including Charlie) 5 year olds. There was screaming, tantrums, laughter and lots of fun. There was also lots of junk food, then we sent them home to their parents. Only one child turned up unexpectedly (he was invited but hadn't RSVP'd). It took longer to clean up than it did to hold the party. It took almost as long to work out which bit of plastic went with which little thing that had to be assembled and have stickers stuck all over it. We didn't count on the almost two year old being so razzed up on sugar that she wouldn't go to sleep until 10.30pm when we went to bed and then only after threats from Daddy of being put in her own bed if she didn't stop kicking him.
I think I'd do it again. Maybe. We were worried what to do to keep them occupied, but I realised that hey, they're in kindergarten if all else fails we'll read them a book. Fortunately an Easter Egg hunt, a pinata, and a pit stop for drinks and scoffing food took care of all their needs. I had help, one lovely Mum stayed the whole two hours and apart from a short coffee break played with the kids all the time. A couple of other Mums stayed and were an extra pair of eyes which was great since I was still trying to make the icing for the dodgy Woolies sponge I was trying to turn into a birthday cake. The kids didn't care, half of them didn't have room for cake.
I'm so grateful that I'm at work today, Gemma is at daycare and Charlie is at school. I don't want to have to deal with the come down from all that sugar and excitement. I'm a coward.
Monday, February 25, 2008
I have survived...
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you have survived "trial by cake" with minimal damage and you still have hearing and sanity! woohooo! I'm sure you'll head back into the fray. There must be something in icing that blots out the memory just as effectively as actually having the baby does... or maybe it's that our memory never quite manages to get exactly back into gear again. There must be a reason somewhere - somebody should do a PhD on it.
And in the aftermath did the lovely recipient of all the birthday goodness start planning out the next one before you'd even vacuumed up the crumbs and had a decent collapse into the sofa like my little angel did? She's planning out to her eighteenth at this point, but somehow I suspect the current lust for the pink kitten cake will wane between now and then...
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