Amen! And I’ve a birthday party coming up. This should be fun!
When Drew and I were deciding whether to have kids, #1 in the “CON” column was birthday parties. We imagined the next two decades would be full of the overindulgent, insufferable celebrations of our kids’ friends (and friends’ kids) every damn milestone, every damn weekend. Ultimately, building a family together, adding love to our home and all that other crap won out, so we went for it.
Now, every Saturday and Sunday, we pay the price.
Truth be told, it’s not that bad. Yes, we have a lot of parties to go to, but it turns out I actually like my kids’ friends and my friends’ kids – for now, at least.
Still, there are a few things that bug me about these parties, and they’re always the parents’ fault.
I know, the only thing worse than going to a kids’ birthday party is throwing one for your own kid. …
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