Today we had a 3rd birthday party, and a 1st. Two parties in one day. A recipe for chaos.
The day started well – see the outfit above.
And the first party was fun. A train theme, with a real train ride, Lebanese pizza, good friends, and happy kids.
Then the cake. And the kids were so excited. They were crowding around. Touching the cake. An adult slapped a child. A little slap. And though I haven’t read “The Slap“, I get it. I don’t quite know how to deal with the ramifications.
Mark had to go to work. We got a parking ticket. Inigo was horribly tired. And over sugared.
So by the time we arrived at the second party, I was at my limit for crap.
Inigo asked for more cake. I said no. He took some anyway. I reminded him of the no more cake edict. He lost his shit and headbutted an antique table. A bump the size of a large grape grew on his head, the screaming could be heard for miles, and I burst into tears and fled into the backyard. There is more (and of course the hot chocolate/airport incident), but you get the drift.
Many of the guests I had not seen in over a year, some not since the funeral, some longer.
How wonderful to make such a spectacular tit of yourself in such a public and irreversible way.