Every year I like to throw the girls a nice party.
I suppose I feel this need because, well, it’s their birthday and it only comes around once a year. And because they have to share a party I feel the need to make it a little bigger than usual. Well there’s that, but we also have so many important family members to invite it doesn’t make sense doing everything twice.
But really I am a sucker for making parties and birthdays special – I love being made a fuss of on my birthday and want to do the same for my kids. I love making the decorations, I love planning the themes, I love designing what it will look like even if it doesn’t even remotely look like what it did in my head. I don’t really care about what everyone else thinks, but I care about what my girls think and that they feel special for their day of celebration – albeit shared.
Normally by this time of the party planning (2 full days to go), I have taken these 2 days off, I have lists that I have checked twice, I have cut out a thousand butterflies or made 20 tissue paper pom poms, I have a design of the cake in my head, I have ordered all the food, I have ordered a jumping castle and even packed party packs.
But this time I suck.
Mostly due to the huge amount of head space that buying a new house took up, but also just dealing with 3 children and a busy work schedule. For example I am not taking today off, instead I am working late training a new employee – which is something I enjoy but it still carries it’s unique brand of stress and time consumption.
So excuse me if you don’t hear from me much after this… Because I will be busy turning this…
Into an amazing (or a desperate attempt at amazing) party for my precious girls.