We survived Hayley's birthday party.
The kids, spent their evening jumping on the trampoline, playing on the swingset, bouncing balls in the basement and throwing food.
(Note to self, next time I let my kid have a party, I will not place an unsupervised buffet in the basement).
There is Chex Mix in every crevice of the Berber Carpet in the Basement. There are grape tomatoes in between sofa cushions. There is celery stuck to the ceiling.
According to Hayley, it was the greatest party ever. Why? Because they had a huge food fight.
Glad we could oblige.
On the plus side, I limited my daughter to the number of participants, and she complied. In fact, as the parents were picking the kids up, I spotted a couple of party crashers in the front of the house. ("Hi Mrs. Clark, we thought we should stop by") Who lets there kid prance around the neighborhood at 10:30 at night?
She received a TON of money. These kids were very generous, which was not at all necessary, but now she can pay for her own clothes.
Her friend Halle brought a 1/2 gallon of milk (meelk), and it was skim. Yay.
We got to spend the evening with Sam and Lisa, who helped chaperone. Thank G-d. We couldn't have done it without them.
So, except for the fact that our house lost some of its value due to the mess in the basement, and the fact that the neighbors probably want to strangle us, it wasn't to bad.
We made it.
One down, how many more to go????????????????????????????
2 comments:
Happy Birthday to Hayley!
And once you've dealt with that icky mess in the basement (ewww..caked in slime!), you've gotta give yourself a LOT more credit!
I'm no expert, but it seems any teenage party that doesn't end in gunplay or unexpected pregnancy these days means the parents are doing a damned good job!
Glad everyone had fun!
thanks for the vote of confidence!
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