Oh my god. I never thought I’d be the type of mom who would go overboard with my kid’s birthday.
It turns out. I am just that mom.
Somehow, I can’t manage to fit in the time to mop my kitchen floor or clean the toilets even once a month (oh my god, did I just admit that on the internet??). I don’t keep a running grocery list. I barely bother to manage my finances. And I worked at a bank for seven years.
But when it comes to planning my kid’s birthday party, I am ALL OVER IT!
And it’s stressing me out.
Annika will be 4 on Thursday and her party is the weekend after next, due to some unavoidable conflicts.
I sent out invitations a month ago. I have scheduled a magician, which was her pick. I voted for a clown.
I bought super awesome (imho) party favors on eBay and I am painstakingly counting possible attendees to ensure that I have enough.
We invited way too many people. But I don’t care. It’s going to be awesome.
But shit. It’s giving me an ulcer.
I can not even imagine how stressed I’m going to be when she is old enough to actually give a shit.
Then on top of it, I was thinking of planning an over-the-top family dinner on her actual birthday after a friend mentioned that when you have the child’s party on a different day, you still have to do something on the actual birthday.
I was all, “SHIT!”
Then, thankfully. Reason kicked in before I went whole hog and I realized that we could probably just take her out to dinner at her favorite Chinese restaurant and do cupcakes.
This whole birthday party planning gig is for the birds.
Next year, I’m thinking an out of town trip. No party. Just the wind in our hair and road at our backs. I really don’t think I can do this every year.