Accidental party planning
You may be one of those lovely, gifted individuals who truly enjoys hosting and whose parties I have thoroughly enjoyed over the years. If so, hats off to you and keep rocking out with your bad self. Seriously. We need you.
For the rest of us, please know that, although the thought of hosting anywhere from 1 to 100 people gives you massive anxiety, it is okay for you to wake up on the morning of your daughter’s first birthday and realize that maybe you want to celebrate a little after all.
Further, it’s okay to call a couple – like, literally two – friends to ask them to join you for cake – and ONLY CAKE – at 4 and then pack your older two children in the car for a suicide mission. I mean, trip to the grocery store.
You can feel okay choosing the last available cake that is dressed in a sort of ugly purple brown frosting and watch with joy as the guy behind the counter inexplicably chooses red frosting to write your daughter’s name.
This can make you happy. It’s okay to let it do so.
You can come home, cranky from the heat and two young children who still do not understand that IT IS NOT YOUR BIRTHDAY, and hand your five-year-old son a lean collection of streamers and birthday hats and one balloon and tell him to go for it.
Then you can shut the door to your bedroom and relax while he does his thing.
Hahaha! Just kidding. You most definitely cannot do that.
But. You can watch as he giggles with joy and gets to work. And then snap this photo of his masterful party planning that begins and ends with a welcome table for our two guests.
Here’s to us all embracing the exact way and manner in which we enjoy doing – or not doing -things.
And if you need my son to help plan your next party, just say the word and he’s yours for the whole day.
