Starting mid-week I began shopping and prepping for these parties, which I honestly intended to be low-key. The baker and amateur chef in me likes to wow people with a nice spread of goodies to snack on while they enjoy each other's company. It was a little comical to see the 8 different recipes taped to my cabinets, but it was thoroughly satisfying to snatch one down throughout the week and put it back in the giant three ring binder I use to house my many foodie inspirations. Yes, I made 8 different things between two parties, not including three varieties of taquitos (veggie, chicken and veggie, and chicken and cheese) or the awesome popcorn production during the slumber party! I'm not sure how many batches we (ok, so Tyler was the popcorn chef) made for 14 kids.
Friday after work I took the kids and made one last Target run to get what we needed for the parties. For some reason my car wouldn't turn correctly. In my frazzled rush to get shit done, I didn't bother to actually investigate. I just drove to my destination, bitched that my car was breaking down and stressed over the thought of the repair bill. On the way home, Sophia asked me to roll down her window, and as I did, I heard something crack. She was pushing down on the window as it went down, and yes, you guessed it. The window wouldn't effing roll back up. My first thought was "am I going to be one of those people who have to drive around with a tarp duct taped to the window?!". Then I remember I used my last tarp to dispose of that last dead body. Naw, but really. It was was going to rain. And it did. With my window open alllll night long. The next day, my buddy Joel came to look at my car problems. The window does need a part, but it's easily fixed and he was able to zip tie the window up so that the inside is no longer rained on. But get this: my vehicle was NOT broken after all. One of my ridiculous children flipped the 4 wheel drive switch, and that is why it was hard to turn my damn wheel. Yes, I feel like a total idiot. Thankfully Joel knows all my worst stories, so him laughing at me over this didn't sting too bad. The takeaway: Take a deep breath...count to ten...assess the situation fully before you flip out. I'll do better next time.
On that note, my Perfectly Posh party went on to be a success. If you're curious about the company I can direct you to my consultant for more info! My daughter Taryn's 9th birthday...well, I survived. Between the ice cream sundae dropped face down on the floor, the entire jar of sprinkles dumped on the cupcakes, the cat chasing, the dropping of the toys down the laundry chute, the ongoing game of "Charlie Charlie, Are You There?", the late night whooping it up on the front lawn during the fireworks...I wasn't so sure I would. But, Tyler was my rock, my sanity. I love so many things about him, but most of all it's his cool-as-a-cucumber attitude in almost every situation.
Even with 14 kids, (13 of them little girls) he didn't hesitate to hang with me and make sure the party went smoothly. For the first time in my life, I realize I have a partner! This is phenomenal. Exhausted from a half a week of prep, then hosting the two parties, I was ready for bed. Unfortunately the kids weren't. I think we were lucky to have them quiet by midnight. The morning after we teamed up for a big breakfast of banana pancakes and scrambled eggs. Aside from a few kids shooting Redi-whip into their mouths, the morning went on without any speed bumps.
My mom's surprise 60th birthday party at Cowboy Jack's in Woodbury was a huge success. She was so overwhelmed with happiness that she ugly-cried in front of her 20 guests. That's the best I could have asked for.
I'm treating myself to a much overdue pedicure tonight to thank myself for being an amazing friend, mom and daughter this weekend. If you haven't tooted your own horn lately, you should. Because you deserve it. Unless you don't...In that case go do something nice for someone else. It'll make you feel good.
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