Birthday Fun

Maybe fun isn’t the right word.  It is The Child’s birthday soon, and so I am in a panic regarding the party.  How many people do we invite?  Where do we hold it?  Costs?  Well, of course I’ve calculated that it will cost a fortune.  My house is too small to host a kids’ party.  It’s too small to host any party really.  Anyway, that means I’ll need to hire somewhere.  I have my fingers crossed we get the church hall nearby.  The Child’s been to parties there too, so I know the setup.  Costs include food and party bags, as well as prizes for the games and balloons and things.  Then we need to decide what games to have.  I hate this.  I’m rubbish with kids.  I hate parties.  Kids’ parties anyway.  I’m not fussed with the party food, and I have an awful feeling that the whole thing will be one huge disaster.  Why oh why did I tell the Child she is having a party?  Then again, she did ask.  And now taht she has been to a few, it’d be mean not to throw one.  But she has so many friends.  We’ve already had a tantrum over me saying that some of the names on her list will need to be removed.  Oh dear.  Fifteen guests is our maximum though I think.  That’s more than I ever had at any of my parties.  That said, I’ve never been overly surrounded by friends.  I’m not really a social butterfly like The Child.  Hmm.  Oh well.  Fingers crossed I manage to get everything sorted, and that it all goes without a hitch.