It’s that time of the year that the youngest gets spoiled with three birthday parties. That means, three cakes, three pizza dinners, and three messes to clean up.
I’m not sure I would call it a tradition really, but something produced out of need. You might remember from past parties that I told you that Emily shares her birthday with my mom and my parents are divorced.
Do you see where this is going?
My mom’s wish is to not spend her and Emily’s birthday with my dad which is understandable. Who wants to be reminded they have yet another year under their belt AND spend it with their ex?
Soooo, I do a separate party for my mom and Emily (which, we do on their birthday) and one for my dad and the hubby’s parents, and of course, we have a kid party. I have to do that on a separate day so the grandparents don’t have a heart attack dealing with a room full of screaming little girls.
Can I leave too?
This year, I almost got out the kid party because I had her convinced to take the cash instead of a party, but she changed her mind at the last minute and wants a hotel party instead. So, I agreed but told her she could only invite three girls instead of her normal twelve.
I’m not THAT crazy.
So, I’ll let you know how it goes this weekend. One thing’s for sure, if you mention anything about cupcakes to me, you might find a nicely decorated one flying towards your face.