Princess parties wear me out! No kidding. Didn't want to fulfill the 2nd child syndrome and so scrambled to fulfill the girl's last minute request for an "official" birthday party (with a cake and kids) -- apparently gifts with extended family while out to a lunch for Great-Grandma doesn't count... It seems I'm not the only one who's worn out. I ran out to the grocery store for a short bit and returned to a completely quiet castle... the princess, the prince and the king have all apparently passed out in the royal bed chambers. Not a peep have I heard.
Granted (as Clotilda would say - psst - she's an awesome fairy godmother -- you should check out her book sometime if you haven't the foggiest what I'm talking about) the party appeared to be a smashing success as was the perfect princess party cake and even the boys invited all made royal crowns and magic wands... but it really became all I did all weekend long! I'm sure many a parent can understand. While I've no doubt got a pirate party to contend with in a few short months, I've already publicly sworn next year will be far more mellow.
And after all the royal guests had departed, I scrambled to conjure up something good for tomorrow's preschool snack (since I'm both the snack helper and the birthday girl's mama). I've got bananas, baby carrots and a rather odd assortment of rice crackers (we have both a peanut and a wheat allergy at our school). My grand idea was to make homemade blueberry muffins with wheat-free flour. I mixed, I baked, I tasted... and unless my tastebuds are lying to me (because they are still enjoying the beer they're having), I failed. These things taste gnarly -- and you know if I think so as an adult... those multiple little people probably aren't gonna buy it.
"Oh bother" as Pooh would say... and now what?