I knew when Sophia told me she wanted to invite her whole class to her party that it would be tough. I mean, that’s a lot of prep. That’s a lot of goodie bags (when did that little custom start, anyhow?). That’s a lot of presents.
A lot of presents.
And kids’ presents! It’s ridiculous how much packaging they have! Sophia had what, 16 people at her party, about 16 presents? We filled two dark green garbage bags with the packaging.
Another little custom I didn’t now about: drop-offs. As in, the parents drop their kids off…and then leave. Wish I’d known about that before ordering enough pizza for the kids and the adults (oops), plus enough cake for the kids and adults (double, triple oops). And we have little teeny refrigerator with tons of pizza in it. Pizza for days! Whoo hoo! It’s like off-campus living!
Anyhow: we are wiped. Darin and Simon didn’t even come to Sophia’s party: he took Simon to another birthday party.
I think this is why you’re supposed to have kids as a fresh-faced 20-year-old: you have the energy for this stuff. Fifteen years on you don’t have quite the same energy for it.