I hope my kids don’t discover that I’m a party pooper. I hate to bring them down when they’re just trying to have fun blowing birthday bubbles and eating too many cupcakes.
But I’m sorry kids … I’ve just been to way too many kiddie birthday parties, and I am partied out.
They have no idea how many parties I say no to. Do I feel a bit guilty? No – if I said yes to every party, we’d be at one probably twice a month. We don’t have time for that! (=I would have a nervous breakdown.)
And you know what else? I’m not made of endless money and time to figure out what gift to buy every kid. (Actually, buying small children gifts is right down on the list with ironing and cleaning toilets.) No kidding: we just entered a budget line item for gifts – for my kids and their friends. I mean, I’m a fan of giving and know everything always comes around, but yikes … new kids toys are pricey!
You know what I really am most tired of, though? How quite tiring the party itself is … even though it’s supposed to be a fun party. For a parent, birthday parties are exhausting trials of making sure your kid(s) plays nicely with other 25 kids, doesn’t steal the birthday girls’ slice of cake, doesn’t start opening the gift we’re bringing to the party (I’m looking at you, Puff…), doesn’t have an ear-splitting meltdown (now there’s a party pooper), takes regular potty breaks, stays hydrated, doesn’t wander around the host’s house or climb their stairs … you know the drill, parents. Usually the host is a close friend of mine, and we can’t even have a decent, “Hey, how are you? What’s new since we last met and spent 75% of the time watching over our children?”
How is that a party? I know what you’re going to tell me: it’s not a party for you, mom, it’s for the kids, so buck up, buttercup.
Yeah, I can pretend I’m enjoying myself for my kids’ sake, but I would just rather be somewhere else. Call me an old-fashioned fuddy-duddy (go ahead, I can take it: my husband frequently jokes I am one), but I’d rather be at a quiet playdate any day.
I’m with you, Slurm’s McKenzie and Sister Bear; I’m so tired of partying, too.