I am a shadow of my former self. I am exhausted and have had to have a nana nap today to try to take the edge off.
No, I haven’t done just returned from an overseas trip; nor am I recovering from a night out on the town.
I am actually recovering from my six-year-old son’s mini birthday party!
I wasn’t brave enough to have a full Prep class party, so we kept the invite list to two friends. Three little boys seemed like a manageable number. And it was – until the sugar high hit.
My goodness. I knew sugar affected children, but this little group began buzzing about like three little flies that had just been sprayed with Mortein.
Luckily, we were at a local park, so they could run, run, run; and run some more in the large open spaces.
We tried to have a soccer match, but the pitch became wider and longer with each kick. There were tears when someone stopped the ball, and tears when someone kicked the ball. And tears when two of the little boys were so intent on getting the ball that they crunched heads with a sickening thud.
We tried to have a sack race, but for some reason the concept of jumping in a straight line from the start to finish was a bit hard to comprehend, so it degenerated into utter chaos.
We had a treasure hunt that almost turned into the Hunger Games; so intent were they being the last one standing with ALL the treasure.
After two hours, I was spent and had run out of ideas. Luckily that was the precise moment when the party ended.
I wasn’t sure if it had been a success until I heard one partygoer exclaim to their parents “This party was better than McDonald’s!”
Phew. My work here is done.
Crashing through the pelvic floor 