Survived hosting my first preschool birthday party (Hank’s 4th) this weekend. It turned out small—just family and a couple kids from his class. The guestlist management thing turned out to be a little stressful for a worrier like me. I got quite a few negative RSVPs—several people were out of town, and one person said her kid couldn’t make it because he was going to another (no doubt better) birthday party. A few preschool moms (whom I don’t really know but whose kids Henry seems to like) never returned my phone calls asking for their email addresses. Not a big deal, really, but totally brought out all my insecurities.
Anyway, it turned out to be a pretty laid back affair, especially after the party we went to a a few weeks ago which featured a moonbounce, pony rides, petting zoo and like a zillion kids. The parents of the birthday girl are actually pretty down to earth and they brought their kid to Hank’s tame little fête. It was a hard act to follow, but I think Henry had pretty much forgotten about it, and he seemed pretty happy with his tire swing and the new pea gravel pit Christian put in.
I’m always a little unnerved by the prospect of inviting people in to our chaos (peeling paint, scrubby landscaping, unfinished bathrooms etc). I find that parties are generally a good excuse to execute some much-needed clean up/repair, and we did get a few things done before the big event. But the place still looked a little wild (there’s only so much weed whacking, bushhogging etc. once man can do in a week). No one really seemed to mind though. The sun was shining, a nice breeze came blowing through and the chocolate cake tasted fine.
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