I used to LOVE going to birthday parties. The music, the cake, the pinatas (excuse the lack of the tilde on the n). Now I go to parties and although they have all the aforementioned, I get to spend the entire party making sure my kids don't drown in the non-gated pool, get hit with the pinata stick, or overdose on icing.
Oh how I long for the days of youth. Icing was never an issue, the more the merrier. Pinata sticks rarely hit the pinata, yet it only added to the entertainment of the party. The pool was greeted with many splashes and never did I have to think about what I looked like in a bathing suit. (well, I didn't HAVE to, but I did. oh the ignorance of youth.)
Don't get me wrong, I love to see my kids happy to be with their friends. I love to see them excited about present time and what they brought for their friend to open. I love to see them jazzed about the favor bags loaded with candy. I just wish grown ups didn't have to be so grown up at their parties. Why do the kids get to have all the fun? For my thirtieth I'm smashing a pinata, heck, maybe two! I'm doubling up on the icing!! I'm wearing a swimsuit!!!(.....well....maybe not.)
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