OK it went like this …..
Today, (as most days at the moment), was fairly important. It was my son’s birthday party, and also pinned to that, it was the first event with the other mothers of the other boys in his new Pre-Prep school.
Somewhat crazily, in a flip a coin, shall we shan’t we sort of way, I’d decided we would do his party at home in our garden.
Yes you may have already guessed most of the rest of this story by now – ! Anyway somehow 14 boys and their associated mums, nannies, and siblings were in the garden, football was going well, (though I should have thought to dig out the whistle for my husband), the BBQ was lit, tea had been made for the adults with chocolate fingers too, and all was running fairly smoothly as I took over the games.
The ‘build a rocket’ in two teams out of giant ‘Home Bargains’ bargains connectors was grabbing the boys interest and I’d managed to spin it out for quite a while. But on completion of the judging, I noticed the food still wasn’t on the barbie and there was only 45 mins left to cook food and eat it and do the cake. What could have gone wrong? My husband was in the upstairs loo at the end of a trail of ‘mess’ ! How does she do it!! My youngest daughterknows exactly when the worst moment is, and in the last 6 months the only times she’s done this is this time, and all over the house of some people who’d been generous enough to invite the whole family round to dinner!
The rest of the party got pretty hectic and also horror of unforgivable horrors the party bags ran out! They hadn’t got much in anyway but to kids that it not the point! (Though I thought I had done about 5 spares, I hadn’t accounted for my girls taking one each unfortunately – ooops) The boys all had a great time and the mums were lovely, but I fear they have got to know me a bit better than I intended for the first occasion – to put it in a positive light.
And I only found out later that the incident began in a totally embarassingly dramatic way – with my 3 year old appearing starkers out of the french windows, people laughing and my husband asking her what was the matter, she then tuned round to reveal all smeared up her from her feet to her hair! I know – it’s a bit much detail. So I will now go down in school history as the mum who did the most scuzzy party with not enough party bags. Boo hoo hoo can I really face everyone on Monday morning.
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