We do love our parties in this house. Any excuse for one and I’m on it. End of term? It’s Friday and it’s summer? New playhouse? (aka the shed that I started painting back in August). We can have a Play-housewarming! (see what I did there?). The Urchin especially loves a party. He’s 5, he can have his friends over and trash his room and not get told off. Having me as a mother, he just assumes we’re having a party.
“What day is our Hallowe’en party?”
“We aren’t having one. We’ll get some pumpkins and decorate the house but that’s it. Maybe make some cupcakes”
I meant it. I did not have the energy for a party. We are not having a party.
And this little face is so very hard to say “No” to.
So, the next thing I know, I’m sending out texts, inviting people over for tea. It’s not a party, it’s just tea. With cakes. And costumes. And pumpkins. And a decorated house. And apple bobbing. And games. And hot spiced cider punch. And Hot Nanny face painting. But it’s not a party. Right? Glad we established that.