It's the combination of anticipation and nerves and expectations. Of the idea of having a day just for them that goes exactly like they want, but then realizing that life doesn't hardly ever work out exactly that way. Occasionally, you just have to cry.
There is a song about it, right?
I'm pretty sure that this was the first year that Ashley didn't end up in tears during her party, and she's 8.
Ally's party was today. She cried at least three times in the two hour span, many more before and afterwards.
For the last month or so, she's asked me over and over again how many days until my party????
We don't invite huge numbers of kids, never have. I just can't do it. She was disappointed to hear that a classmate was having his party on the same day at the same time, and that a few of the kids were invited to both parties. Some came here, some went there.
Have I ever mentioned how much I can't stand birthday party drama?
The good news? It's over and done and I don't have to worry about a girl party again for ten fabulous months.
|Being quite fabulous|