Yesterday was Sean’s birthday, and Saturday we are throwing his first friends party, people he wants there, not just people we are obligated to invite (and they are obligated to come). All morning I was composing a post to discuss how I feel like I’m short-changing Sean, and then ten minutes ago, I started shredding the post.
Post: I feel like I’m short-changing Sean on his birthday. I really am not putting in as much effort as I do for Evan’s parties.
Me: Sean’s easy-going. He’s not going to notice. And last year, you pulled off Evan’s party in just over a week, pulling your ass out of a tail-spin of depression to do it.
Post: Evan’s parties always had themes with matching food and treats. Sean has picked Bowser from Mario Brothers. What kind of theme is that?
Me: Admit it, you like themes so you can impressed the moms with egg rolls for Kung Fu Panda and Caribbean fruits for pirates. It’s all about you not them. Sean just cares if there’s cake. Since grandma is making a Bowser cake, we’re all set. Who knows what Bowser eats? The bones of plumbers who fail to rescue his favorite princess. How about peaches? Millions of peaches!
Post: So I’m stuck on snacks and games that fit the Bowser theme.
Me: Snacks. Covered. Cake and peaches. Ok, and watermelon and . . . . So we need to work on the snack issue. I really don’t see the problem. As for games, their father has secured a monstrous bounce house that may be an affront to God. The kids won’t care about games, and most of them are going to be late from another party, including Evan. Think of a few games, just in case.
Post: I just feel like I half-assed.
Me: Not really. All Sean cares about is a Bowser cake and a bounce house. His best friend will be there, so Sean will be happy as a clam. Chill. What you should be worrying about is that Evan wants a bigger bounce house with water for his birthday.