I love planning parties. Specifically, I like themes and planning menus. when I'm hosting a party, though, I usually lose steam about halfway through the party itself.
Yesterday was R's 7th birthday, and, ,his party. He invited a few friends over to play Wii Sports, and it was drop-off, so I only had one parent to entertain (and she's a friend from way back who wasn't looking at how clean my apartment was, and who helped scoop ice cream, so she didn't really count). And we ordered pizza ad had chips and seltzer and ice cream (not cake! R hates cake!), so no food prep of any kind.
But holy crap, were those four boys loud! The screaming and cheering and posturing and trash-talking and boo-ya-ing and attempting to kick each other. Why are males like that??? It completely enervated me.
And R had done something, probably a few weeks ago, that B (friend/babysitter) and I discovered while he was at school, and it's the worst thing he's ever done, in that it was duplicitous and conniving. (I don't know which one of us was more livid, B or me!) So I knew that this morning, after he had fun at his party, and had a good birthday, I was going to have to bring the hammer down on him. And I did, and he was sad, but also knew exactly why it had happened. And I hope he thinks about it the next time he considers acting in a weaselly way to circumvent a rule I'd specifically expressed to him.
And then I learned nothing new on the After The Final Rose Part 2 show. Waste of 44 minutes, Chris Harrison! Also, Jillian = DUMB for being the next Bachelorette.