Mothering and Life in General
Oh, No He Didn’t Tuesday
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DH works at a toy company, who has decided that it was a great idea to have a sale and move at the same time. So DH is understandably working late most days. He also refs a Men’s Hockey League as well.
He works these two jobs so there will be enough for me to stay home. Well, honestly he was working the second refing job while I was getting an income from Maternity Leave, but that is another post. So we will keep it to his story.
So trying to plan K2’s birthday party around his schedule, well planning anything around his schedule is extremely hard. I am always tied between being angry to feeling guilty.
So back in March I decided to talk with him about what day to have K2’s birthday party. April being our Mother-of-all-Birthday-Months, we usually do her parties in May so she can attend other parties. So the decision was made to have her party on May 2nd.
So K2 and I picked out e-vites designs, people to come and sent the invites out. This is when I immediately get stressed out. You see I hate planning things, because nobody ever shows. I just have bad luck for planning (no cry for me needed, it’s just truth).
A week and a half before K2’s party, DH decides to tell me that because of the warehouse sale and the move he will have to work through K2’s party. I swear this boy does not want to live.
Let me paint a picture for you. There was going to be 10 children invited AND their parents. We are building wooden planes. The only cake that has Bob-the-Builder on it is not in walking distance, so I needed him to pick it up. All these people in one place with one person managing… EEEEEK!
I needed him to help me with the children, entertainment, take pictures and such. Besides this is his daughter too! I just can not believe that his boss would still make him work when DH told him its his daughter’s party. Well, I can, but I can’t!
I stressed so much about her party and was so angry with him not being here for it, that I did what I always do when pissed. I cleaned house. The night before, I put myself in a dither that I did not go so sleep until 3am and K2 woke up in excitement at 6.
Luckly, K2 settled for a cake with construction trucks on top, which was purchased at the grocery across the street, and luckly my father was here to help watch K2 while I re-cleaned my house.
By the time the first guest came at 12:30pm, I was close to being on my butt. By 2pm, 9 children showed. I was glad to be proven wrong, and acknowledge that I stressed for nothing. The party went great, better than the best party ever! Everyone had a great time.
The fault of it was me. I was so tired and out of it, one of the mothers asked me if I was going to pass out standing. I was so tired that I was feeling sick and felt a headache coming on.
Finally around 3:30pm DH came with K1. DH talked with a few people. I tried to serve K1 with some food, but she wanted nothing. Then I noticed DH was not around. I asked K1 where her father went and she replied “He’s laying down, he’s got a headache”.
Then next thing I noticed was K1 was nowhere to be found. Where is she, in the bedroom watching TV….
Yup, thanks for the help DH and K1, thanks for spending some time with your sister, considering she has not seen you for 3 weeks and she cried because you wanted to go home early last visit!