Sunday, 9 November 2008
Good mamas like parties, don't they?
I don't care what anyone says – kids' birthday parties are sent to test us. Even the best of them are noisy and tiring and full of little battles. They hurt. They make me want double espressos and wine and a quiet corner, and perhaps a sleep.
The fairies and princesses were cute though. And everyone was gracious enough to put up with Kickbaby's sporadic teething-related yowls. But oh, afterwards I just wanted to hurl myself into bed.
(Before you feel sorry for me, I wasn't even the one hosting the party.
I know. I really am that fragile.)