No sooner were the tumbleweeds of red and green tissue paper and tattered toy boxes carted to the curb for garbage pick up day did Miss C began planning her 6th birthday party.
That’s fine and all but her birthday…
is in June.
Part of this is just getting swept up in the kindergarten party circuit and all the exciting promise of buttercream icing and presents and balloons. Since fall she’s attended a princess makeover party, a sleepover that went bust and ended at 10 p.m. when little girls began to weep and clutch their sleeping bags, a bounce center party, and a gymnastics party. Next month she’s going to her very first roller skating party. She’s been swayed by each gala event and I ‘ve tried to reel her gently back down to earth by suggesting perhaps a nice swim party at the Y.
Not only does she want to invite her entire class, which I’m actually fine with, but the guest list keeps expanding to include friends from her “old school” (daycare). Her current dream birthday party theme is a Barbie Island Princess backyard luau. Also, somehow a swimming pool, which we do not have, and a stage, which we also do not have, figure into this event. Miss C’s solution to everything is “some builders can build it mommy!”
Yeah I’ll get right on that. Anyone have Colin Cowie’s cell phone number?
Miss C and I often butt hormones, and lately she’s started using the line, “Mommy, you’re not invited to my birthday party!” Unfortunately one of her classmates used that little gem of a comeback, and it’s all the rage now at our house. Thanks a freaking lot kid.
I told the hubby last night that Miss C was mad at me briefly over some especially traumatic after school inhumanity, my refusal to let her eat a PopTart or play online computer games until she did her homework, and that she shot me that “Mommy you’re not invited to my birthday party!” line.
I suppose I had heard that just one too many times and I told the hubby that I very maturely responded, “Well, mommy is your birthday planner so I guess you won’t be able to have a birthday party if I’m not there.”
Miss C thought about that and got quiet.
Then I sat down on the floor and started playing Littlest Pet Shop with her and all was well.
“Damn that was bitchy.”