Friday, January 20, 2012

The Birthday Party.

So far, in my career as a mother, I've only had to go to one child's birthday party that wasn't family. Yes, that is correct, "had to". I'm not really a "party" person.

I am shy. I am nervous around new people. I am especially shy/nervous around new people who are the parents of children that my daughters would like to play with, since I feel I need to make an especially good impression so that they will let their kids play with my kids again.

That's a lot of pressure.

We made it all the way until Christmas without having to even think about going to a birthday party, but just after school restarted, this snuck home in Beege's backpack.


I'm a little leery because, not only do I not know the family (or even the kid), but it's at Chuck E. Cheese. Which I've been told is like hell. A loud, flashing, germ infested version of hell. With giant, singing, animatronic animals. Sounds awesome.

I was considering telling Beege that we couldn't go to this one. After all, it is kind of far away, and it's on Sunday so it would mess up bath night, it also ends right before Kee's bedtime so she'll be pretty pissy, and I'm not going to be home at all on Saturday* to make sure that party clothes are clean, children are bathed, and gifts are wrapped.

Then she hugged her friend in the lineup at school the next day and said, "thank you so much for inviting me to your party! I can't wait!" Oh, fine.

So. I emailed the girl's mum to say that we would be coming and ask what her daughter might like for a present.

And got no response. I don't even know this kid! How should I know what she might like? I was talking to my friend about it and we decided that I ought to go find a Nerf gun. One that flashes, and makes "peeeoooo peeeooooooo!" noises, and maybe blows paint bubbles.

After about a week, I finally got an answer:

"Great. She likes craft things etc. Lego Barbies. Whatever your daughter likes will be fine. J."

Which I thought was funny, because her name begins with "C". Also, I don't think Lego makes Barbies. So, not actually helpful.

Anyway, Beege and I went to the big toy store and (because I'm not really as mean as I pretend) got some plastic playset thing with a monkey, that she is positive her friend will like.

We will be making the pilgrimage out to the middle of nowhere on Sunday for this thing. Beege is sooooo excited. I'm just trying to be positive. I'll take some ibuprofen before we leave and pack the gravol and hand sanitizer in my purse. And maybe some barf bags; just in case.

I also have to keep reminding myself that the other child's party we went to was actually fun. Kee and Beege had an awesome time and I met one of the only mums that I've actually invited over for a play date.

It'll be fine.

And if it's not, you'll hear all about it on Monday.




*Due to my lack of superior sistering skills, my sister didn't have a baby shower. It may also have to do with the fact that he was due right before Christmas and they were moving December 20th, but I'm pretty sure it's because I suck at the whole party (planning and attending) thing. Anyway - there's a welcome Spud party tomorrow that will keep me from my (nuclear) familial duties.

4 comments:

  1. Why is it that wither the parents are cool and we'd get on well but the kids didn't or the kids got on well together but I couldn't stand the parents? Rarely was is good for both. And my kids never liked to be left without me.

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    1. Isn't that just the way? One of the travesties of parenthood. Or they pick the one kid in their class who is obviously going to grow up to be a serial killer to be friends with.

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  2. I can completely relate to this! Kids' bday parties are like the ultimate judgement day for a mom - whether you're hosting or going as a guest. I dread them too!

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  3. So far, we've gotten out of actually throwing one. I didn't end up going to this one, either, I totally chickened out and made my husband take her. I'm such an awesome mum. :\

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