Last Saturday, Sean had his first ever birthday party beyond the standard cake and ice cream at home with family and friends.
Last school year, we attended approximately 187 birthday parties thus making him fully aware that he was being rooked out of a party and that his mother was somewhat of a slacker in this regard. So this year, we agreed to a class party.
Earlier in the year, Sean attended a birthday party at a nearby gymnastics place and it worked out well, so I totally copied and rented the same facility. Why re-invent the party wheel? I see no reason.
So then this past week I spent my spare time trying to pull together the details for said party. I really had no idea where to start. Although I’ve attended kidlet birthday parties, I guess I wasn’t paying attention. There were midget barbarians and cake and that’s all I remember. I self-medicated with icing and the rest is a blur.
So I set off to Party City looking to get a clue and buy a party.
When I got there I trolled up and down the aisles looking for shindig supplies and hoping what I needed would become apparent and jump in my basket. I settled in a row that seemed to have boy party stuff. I stood looking at a wall of party hats and party favors and party napkins and all manner of party crap supplies wondering what in the heck I was doing. Another mom was in the aisle filling her basket like one of Santa’s elves. “I have no idea what I’m doing,” I said more or less to myself.
“What’s your theme?” she asked helpfully.
She nodded expectantly. “Batman? Spiderman?”
“Well, I really haven’t decided on a theme just yet,” I lied.
A look of horror came over her face. She seemed shocked and appalled by this bit of information.
“Well, once you decide on a theme, you can decide on a center piece,” she chirped.
“Oh,” I said and nodded knowingly as liars often do. It had not occured to me that five-year-olds would give a flip about a center piece.
I stood there for another 30 minutes scratching my head and looking at “themes” from Batman to Sponge Bob. Nothing seemed right. By design, Sean has no idea who any of those characters are. I finally decided the theme was Birthday and the center piece would be Cake. And for a creative and unexpected touch I would have balloons.
I ordered 15 theme-less balloons and left the store.
Fun and cake was had by all the midget barbarians in spite of the lack of theme.
However it is highly likely that I will not be put in charge of class parties any time soon.
See? There is an upside to being incompetent.