Guppy turned 7 in August. However, because her birthday falls at a time when most of her friends go on vacation, we decided to have her party in September. So on a recent Sunday morning, we had 18 boys and girls over to our house at 10 in the morning. Oh, dear God, why?
We had the following things set up when the kids started arriving: a swing set with slides, a red ball, and a 3 person bouncy (best garage sale purchase ever). Hey, is that a beer? I could use one of them.
They say that boys and girls play differently. That’s true. The boys chased each other, running around the yard, while screaming and playing with the giant red ball. The girls chased each other, running around the yard, screaming, and playing on the swings. Some wine? Sure.
The bouncy had a 3 person maximum, so we had to keep the kids from overcrowding it. They got creative about it, so three kids would be in the bouncy and the other would be on the outside, bouncing on it as well. A shot of vodka in a cup of Hawaiian Punch? Don’t mind if I do.
We had Mad Science come and that was great. The kids were quiet, and they paid attention to the show. They were quiet, and they did the activity. They were quiet, and they weren’t running around. Hey, did I mention that for 45 blissful, wonderful, minutes, the kids were quiet?
The party was supposed to be over at noon, so by about 11:45, after everyone had eaten pizza (delicious) and cupcakes (blech), I was kind of sick of all of them and ready for them to leave. They left around 12:15.
Angelfish told me that nobody would want sangria at the party. She told me that 10 AM was too early to offer the parents a drink. I am really glad that she gave me that advice.
Because it was more sangria for me.
And I will never, ever, do this again.