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Tuesday, December 13, 2005

The true definition of insanity

THIRTY EIGHT birthday party invitations signed, sealed and ready to go. Every single one of them a reciprocal invitation.

Shoot me now.

6 Comments:

At 3:40 PM, Blogger Kristy said...

JUST. SAY. NO.

I did it. And I'm alive to talk about it.

Of course, I know this won't change your mind. Nor will it ease it. Hang in there, and toss back a beer before the big day...

 
At 4:24 PM, Anonymous Gretchen said...

You are a far, far braver woman than I.

 
At 4:39 PM, Blogger Steph said...

Far braver than I, as well. Yikes! And, good luck!

 
At 4:59 PM, Blogger Heather said...

I knew there was a reason I never really got involved with a playgroup, since we have 20 kids with just family and close friends and now add the preschool friends and OY Vey! You are a brave woman!! Have fun.

 
At 6:08 PM, Blogger Rosemary said...

I got over that sense of fairness after one party where I told my daughter that she couldn't invite *most* of the class without inviting *all* of the class -- especially, if you invited a few boys, you needed to invite *more* boys so they didn't feel outnumbered by the girls. Oh yes, same party, thought that one hour party was too short if parents were coming some distance so party should be 3 hours. What a rude awakening for me that boys are fundamentally different from girls - in attention span, energy levels, and "robustness" of play.

 
At 2:55 PM, Blogger Jennifer said...

Um...here's to lots of previous commitments? Ay-yi. We've done the big parties just a few times, but only for summer birthdays where the entire party consists of water balloons and the slip-n-slide. Good luck, crazy lady! ;)

 

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