Saturday, April 16, 2005

If you thought I craved bad carbs before now ...

... my state in the matter of a few hours should be off the charts. On top of a benefit I'm chairing (which is next Thursday, and which explains the paucity of blog updates around heah) I have the usual housewife shite, financial doo doo--a whole slew of crap into which I shan't bore you by going.

On top of that, my son is turning 10 tomorrow, and tonight we're hosting a sleep-over birthday party for six ten-year-old boys.

Yes, you read that right. Six. 10. Year. Old. Boys. Who are going to be eating pizza, playing GameBoy, running around the back yard, making S'mores in my fireplace or, if the weather holds, outside on the grill, and then going to sleep (shyeah, right!). Next morning I treat the little bastids to pancakes, bacon, and sausages and then I kick them right the hell out, fill the wading pool with ice cold martinis, and begin to do laps in it.

So if I am discovered in a few hours, while ostensibly baking and frosting a birthday cake, actually eating fistfuls of frosting right out of the bowl, you now know why.


  1. A very happy birthday to the young master! I keep forgetting that our boy children share a birthday, only yours is one year older than mine.

    We had the 9th Birthday Shindig, Family Version tonight and the Kid Version shall be next weekend. But no sleepovers, thank God.

  2. Sleepovers are OK, actually. First of all, the other parents think we are Mr. and Mrs. God and Goddess, and my ego can always use more stoking.

    Here's a little secret--my kids' birthday parties are so retro, they seem really fresh and fun--at least to 8 and 10 year olds. These kids are so used to being carted off to Chuck E Cheese's or to a pottery-painting site or LazerZone or a Mad Scientist Party--theme, theme, theme, THEME --that they are excited by a game of Ghosts in the Graveyard in the back yard. If they were younger, I might even have been able to get away with a game of Pin the Tail on the Donkey. No lie. I'm willing to bet money that none of those boys have ever played it.

    Also, Mr. and Mrs. God and Goddess don't have to do all that much. Just keep the food coming and about 10:30, start leaning really hard on them to GO TO SLEEP.

    It's waaaaaaay easier and cheaper than the party where we had the entire Junior Kindergarten class in a private room at the local children's museum. And then let the little bastids explore the museum. And then had to round them all up for cake 'n' stuff.



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