
It seems just like yesterday that I was yelling at my husband to shut up and stop being so cheerful while I was in labor. I remember the smell of the McDonald’s breakfast my mom brought him & yelling to get in the bathroom or leave the room with that stinky stuff. My nostrils were aflair and my contractions were a-kicking.
She was born on Mother’s Day. It was and will be the only peaceful Mother’s Day I have. I did not have to tend to my mother-in-law that day. It was bliss. That and the fact I squeezed out an 8-pounder and lessened my bowel issues and my waist line minutely, I would call it a success.
What is not a success? Planning the parties that birthdays require….
As I readied for this years 6-year-old bash, I did it very crankily.
Why, you may ask?
Okay, so the books are the only thing under $100. Thanks for the selection, kid.
Next comes the phone calls from her friends asking what she would like. Hmmmm…..how about a surprise!? Or your presence? Or a donation to someone who really needs it?!? After all, it isn’t like I can ask for one of her most cherished wanted items and I’ve already pimped the Junie B Books out to the max.
I’m cranky. Why all the stuff? Why do I go nuts on parties? I even “toned it down” this year to a home party where we will all be making our own aprons and then decorating cookies and baked goods. I figure if the guests parents are going to load my house up with STUFF, I can load their kid up with ample sugar and send them home.
So, stuff overload, themed to the hilt, and then………the infamous party favors.I don’t remember getting more than a hat and a paper blow horn when I was a kid, but these days you get favors that could rival the giveaways at the MTV awards! Seriously, people. Why don’t we just say NO?
But, alas, I don’t want to be the trendsetter in the “Less is More” parties just yet. I’m already the social outcast for having a “home party” over an extravaganza at a playland where you shell out $21.99 for each of your 22 guests, plus favors and personalized, non-handwritten invites.
Love to my sweet Delaney, who is worth every penny and even all the extra stuff we will be housing………

Confidential to my daughter: Quit rolling your eyes at me. You’re 6, not 16.