Party hearty
First order of business, a PSA: Don’t schedule a birthday party for your kid for the afternoon of the Super Bowl. (Unless you’re also hosting a Super Bowl party and lots of friends and their families are scheduled to show up.) We originally invited seven kids and an eighth sort of invited herself (but it was okay!). The end result? Three kids, one of whom was not feeling good. Nonetheless, we all had a good time.
First, the cakey goodness from the hands of OmegaDad:
Isn’t that purty?!
Then, OmegaDad being a monster:
Then OmegaMom as monster, sliding down:
And OmegaMom being swarmed by kids. Can three kids be called “a swarm”? I was a horse who had fallen over.
I can say that it is mighty damned hard to be stuck in the doldrums when one is bouncing around with screaming, giggling kids. Which is good. It provided a much-needed boost in the emotion department, fer shur.
Aside from the low turnout, the main problem was arriving at Le Bounce Haus ten minutes before 1 p.m. and having the young lady at the counter blink blankly when we announced we were here for our scheduled (ahem!) party. She said there were no parties scheduled for that day, and she was just about to close because no-one had shown up in hours for free-bounce time.
W.T.F. ?!?!
Double-plus UnGood. I was about to go into panic mode and hyperventilate. Luckily, I had handy in my purse a copy of the contract, which I flourished in her face, she called the owner, the owner made the executive decision to keep things open, and all went well.
Then there was the large woman with her large kids who decided to just help herself to some of our supplies. OmegaDad was most put out by this.
Since one of the things helping keep me in my funk is that the house is constantly looking like a hurricane or tornado or earthquake hit, I have taken the day off to apply some muscle power to things. This should count as exercise, too; as some of my (lovely! wonderful! sweet! kind! helpful! sympathetic!) commenters pointed out, exercise is a really good way to combat the Black Dawg. As is just writing it all out, having people read, and comment, and say, “Oh, yeah, BTDT.” Very funny, that: just having people say they understand and are feeling the same way, some of the black is lifted and turned to light gray. So thanks!
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