Since February, the birthdays invitations keep coming and coming. (Doesn't anyone give birth in the fall?)
This Saturday, Monkey Boy has TWO birthdays to attend. The morning party is for Becca, the daughter of Big Bad Dad's coworker, Big Dave. (Yes, that's what everyone calls him. I didn't make that up for the blog.)
And then he has a classmate's birthday to go to in the late afternoon/early evening at his favorite place in the world besides DisneyLand - Boondocks.
I kind of feel bad because I only let Monkey Boy invite 10 kids (8 classmates and two friends outside of his class/school) to his party, knowing that about 6 would come plus a few extra brothers and sisters. (Only three kids showed up. Three others would have but they were visiting their dads that weekend.) I really believe that one kid per year of age is appropriate for kindergarteners.
However, the trend at his school is to invite the entire class and hope that all 25 kids (plus parents and siblings) don't show up. I'm not sure how people can afford such large parties even if only half the kids come. (After all, you've have to add adults and relatives, too.)
After my wedding and various corporate functions, I'm burnt out on event planning. There's nothing that will stress me out more than deciding the perfect date and theme, making reservations, trying to get people to RSVP, keeping track of who's coming and who can't, shopping for invitations/goody bags items/thank you notes, dealing with people's dietary needs, parents needed alcoholic beverage consumption, taking two days to make the cake, and my favorite - the EXPENSE of the event.
If it wasn't for the unbridled joy my kids experience at their birthday parties, I would have given up a long time ago.
