So, Kids. I don't want to lay a bunch more wah, wah on you, but I've had a crappy weekend on many different levels. Today I had to deal with my family and my ex-husband and it's made me very tired. The kind of tired where I could easily stay home and sleep for three days to avoid processing stuff. Which means I didn't get to too many blogs this weekend, I'll have to wait until later to answer your comments, and I will also wait until tomorrow to answer Margaret's interview questions. The good news for you, is that I'm not going into any more detail about my weekend crapfest. Instead, I'll tell you how Coadster's birthday party went. Because if I did one right thing this weekend, it was making sure Coadster had very tame fun at her party.
Apparently, Coadster's party was a great time for her and her friends. I was mainly there just to supervise, since Coadster had her music, and activities already planned.
Her friends seemed really enthusiastic about her party too. Kids tend to be particularly committed to celebrating nowadays. I don't remember any guys writing on their flesh in honor my birthday when I was in high school.
Sara and I had our work cut out for us, supervising this party. First of all, the maintenance guy at the rec center must have been really bored, because he kept coming in and checking on us. He was trying to be helpful, but I don't know how many times you have to tell someone you've got everything covered, until they stop asking you. He also got on our cases about the kids playing with the exercise balls. They were used for a jazzercise class, so the kids were not supposed to mess with them. I will stop just short of making the obvious "how fun it is to play with gigantic balls" joke, and move right on along.
At first, it felt like we were in an unchild-proofed room full of two year olds, who were all trying to stick their fingers in different electric sockets at the same time. I can't count how many times Sara and I were in midsentence, when I had to jump up and say, "Hey, you guys can't push someone in the wheeled office chairs really fast toward the wall of windows," or "Please leave the movie screen alone. If you break it, I'll lose my deposit."
Then the kids finally got creative and played boys against the girls in red rover, and once they were bored with that, the tamest game of spin-the-bottle I've ever witnessed. All of Coadster's warnings of dry humping were for naught. (thank god) During spin-the-bottle, they just kissed the hand of the person they landed on. Wussies. When I asked Coadster why they were so lame, she said, "Because I would be horrified if you saw me kiss a boy." Come to think of it, I'd be just as horrified to witness that as Coadster.