Yesterday was SB’s birthday party – the big Three. We went with the Toy Story theme this year – cake, decorations, balloons, and thank God they had a Buzz Lightyear tablecloth or I don’t know what I would have done.
I’m not sure what we were thinking, but the night before we went into a frenzy of cleaning and tidying. So the house was spotless – and then the party began. We would have been better off just running through the house randomly throwing toys and food for an hour, since that’s clearly the décor that three year olds prefer.
Needless to say, SB was out of his mind the day of the big soiree. “Is it my party yet NOW? NOW? NOW???” After the millionth time he asked, we were finally finished with breakfast. Poor guy – every time anyone walked by our house he yelled, “come in friend!!!” Never mind that it was the woman next door walking her dog, the gardener, etc.
The rest was standard kid birthday party stuff – some laughing and some crying, total mayhem, fighting over toys, pizza flung through the house with great enthusiasm (thanks, SB), the dog barking every ten seconds, singing, and then we devoured huge hunks of cake.
Then everyone left and we were left with the aftermath. Once again I wished we had installed a cement floor with a drain instead of going with wood, since the only way we’re going to be able to get everything clean is to pressure wash the living room.
And can you believe this? None of the kids complemented me on the stupid tablecloth. Next year we’re having the party somewhere else. Someplace with a floor drain.