So it's birthday season at my place. We have birthday parties every second year and this weekend I'm up to #3 party for the year.
I know I'm supposed to be really good at parties and love them because I'm a mum. Except here's a little secret I'm sharing with you. I'm a bit over the whole thing.
This will be party #22 we've put on for our kids. And this is actually only the beginning. Our oldest is not even a teenager.
Fundamentally it is because I'm selfish and I just need to stop being selfish, but here's why I'm weary.
I'm not good at cakes - my son's four year old cake was a plane but in reality looked like a prop from the set of the TV show 'Lost'. The plane sunk in weird places and looked like it had crash landed. I feel the cake pressure because my mum always did great cakes (and whether that is true or not I don't know - it's what I remember). I can do OKish cakes but I do feel a bit embarrassed by my efforts (the pink cricket ball that went with the cricket bat - I had to explain that the ball was a cricket ball - if you have to explain what the cake is I don't think it is a success!)
I'm not a very particular person. I'm a bit haphazard. So our parties are pretty simple. Here's the food. Here's some games. I do the food. Rowan does the games (sometimes cracks out the guitar for live music). I don't stress out preparing for it weeks before. I usually shop and work it out on the day. I feel like a party organiser fraud!
Some anxiety comes from families who have never been to our house coming to 'check us out'. 'How truly crazy are these people with the 5 kids?', they think as they approach the front door.
And my ultimate nervousness is 'will the kids come, get bored, and just run around like crazy things'.
However, nothing terrible has ever happened and we've survived so far. Roll on Saturday night (when I can collapse!).
PS Guess who had their eyes shut for the photo with the cake on their 8th birthday?