Hey party people! If you grabbed your drink and danced under the disco ball 3 posts ago – welcome back! Have a few more strawberries, and plop yourself on the couch. I need to go get some more ice… If you have just gotten here for the party… go here and here. I like to talk so much, I needed two posts. There are still a few days left, and I saw over 1150 folks on the party list… So that means about 1125 of you should still be coming by… right? We have to visit and comment to everyone… right? Right?
If you didn’t come for the party – this is your lucky day! I have laid out quite a spread, and there is enough for everyone.
You know what I forgot though? My youngest’s birthday. She’ll be 3. HER. PARTY. Fortunately, her birthday isn’t until Thursday (yes, THIS Thursday), but I got nuttin’. No hats. No cake plans. No PRESENT! Martha Stewart might take a ruler to my knuckles if she knew.
I feel a little bad for not pondering and planning all the adorable details, but age has…. welll… it’s aged me. My expectations have lowered. So has my bust-line. I’m sorry. That was totally inappropriate. I guess what I am trying to say is this: what used to seem so darned critical, is not so much. The details will come together, and I used to need to create my own invites, create my own cakes, create cute favors, and decorate the living daylights outta any possible decorate-able space. Balloons! Flowers! Streamers! Pirate flags! Kazoos and tablecloths! Olay!
I would love to do that still. I just don’t feel like it is necessary anymore. My sanity, now that’s necessary. I totally enjoy the effort others put into their own kids’ parties, and if that gives them joy, then, “stinkin’ beautiful”! It used to be a joy for me. I sometimes wish it still was.
But something in me changed some where between turning 32 and having a third child. Sanity, perhaps. Maybe when I gave birth to Lucy, my body stopped producing the glue gun hormone and cake decorating hormone that once ran so thick through my veins. I LOVED creating those cakes. Oh, and double sided tape… wonder of all wonders… Fortunately, I am able to live vicariously through my sister-in-law’s mad cake skillz…
And there we go.
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