I survived the kids’ birthday party. Just thought I’d let you know.
I feel this post is like those days when you had to give your mum three rings to let her know you’d arrived somewhere safe.
Lots of people have asked me how it went, so I thought I’d do a little update post.
If you have no idea what I’m talking about, feel free to read my last post The Ridiculous Things Mum Stress Over When Throwing A Kids’ Birthday Party.
Basically last weekend we had a joint party for 32 kids to celebrate my eldest’s 4th birthday and the Twins’ 2nd. Their birthdays are three days apart. Good planning on the one hand, bad, bad, bad planning for the bank balance.
We didn’t even tell the Twins it was their birthday on the Tuesday as the Other Half was away working, and well, they’re two and have no clue.
We actually did the same on the eldest’s second birthday too as it was the day I came out of hospital with two brand new human beings. You can read about that here.
That meant all three birthdays were to be celebrated on the same day, then the party was two days later.
Birthday party fever
So after what felt like MONTHS of the (now) four year old going on and on about his birthday, the excitement had reached fever pitch. To be fair, I get excited about my birthday and I’m 39 and really should know better, so I know how he feels, and possibly may have played a *small part in hyping him up.
The party went pretty much to plan. I think. Previous two evenings were spent filling party bags with plastic dinosaur-themed shite, blowing up balloons, failing miserably with the contents of a dinosaur-themed ‘decoration’ pack, making cheese and ham sandwiches, and filling party food boxes with, er food. Hell, I even ironed their t.shirts for the first time ever.
Two children couldn’t come – twins who were struck down with chicken pox, only one report of a fight on the bouncy castle, and a not-so-minor mishap with the expensive cake I bought, but other than that all the kids loved it.
Best day ever
The four year old said it was the best day of his life. So that’s good enough for me.
Think the mums were happy too – I put gin and chocolate in the party bags for them!
All three boys were way too excited to sleep, but I just left them to it in bed and pretty much downed a bottle of prosecco as my pat on the back for surviving.
So I’m chalking it down as a success, and relishing the fact I don’t have to worry about it for another year.
Birthday party comedown
But what I’d not really thought about was the post-birthday comedown. Didn’t even know it was a thing (it is, by the way). Shit the bed, we had an emotional few days afterwards.
The following day was Father’s Day and we had a family outing with grandparents to Paignton Zoo (amazing place btw). The four year old walked miles. And the excitement surrounding the Komodo Dragon was enough to leave me exhausted. Then a full-day at preschool where he took part in a sports day at the school he’s starting in September. He’s officially now knackered.
And tearful. Moody. And wants his Daddy (who’s away). And not his mummy (who is here).
The preschool drop off yesterday was emotional – for everyone. All three boys had been awake since 4.45am after Twin Two woke up the whole house. The four year old then spent the following three hours crying that he wanted Daddy, (The Other Half is away regularly, he’s never that bothered, but of course this week it’s different), and how he didn’t want to go to preschool.
Had to take the Twins with me, they screamed in the buggy outside, the four year old screamed and clung to my thigh inside. I’m sure it wasn’t as bad as it felt, but all I could hear were my boys breaking their little hearts for me.
So I cried too. God knows what the teachers must have thought.
The crying continued (theirs not mine) most of the afternoon and dinner time was a disaster, with the Twins turning into emotional wrecks almost in a bid to copy their brother. FFS, why do they have to copy EVERYTHING?!
So I did what all good parents did. I lied through my teeth about what time it was and bundled them into bed an hour and a half early. 5.55pm is a new record for me, but the four year old was asleep within minutes.
They were all also awake at 5.45am the next morning, but hey, you can’t win them all…
Twins, Tantrums and Cold Coffee
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I love the mummy goody bags a brilliant idea. Also made me laugh that you ironed the boys t-shirts!!
I know! I never iron anything of theirs 🙂
I love that you included Gin in the goody bags – how considerate. Sounds like you did a good job (tears and all) well done mama!
Thank you! It was great, but I’m glad it’s done!
Sounds like you did a good job, even if the aftermath was a bit rough… And I love your party bags. (The adult ones, obviously.) Last year my daughter didn’t get a birthday party because I was 8 months pregnant and really couldn’t be bothered. She still doesn’t know what they are so maybe I can get away without doing one for another year?!!
Definitely until they’re at least four, I reckon!
I’m definitely guilty of doing the hour and a half early bed time a few times too, especially when they’ve had a super busy and exciting time! #ItsOK
It’s the 5.30am wake up that puts me off doing it too regularly!
The main thing is you SURVIVED (and pretty much rocked) your first birthday party so that’s a win in itself. The comedown is real – I agree. My son is born 2 days before my husband and I (yes we have the same birthdate!) and up until he was 4 he would not even wish us or get upset when others did because, well, his day was over!!!
The joys of parenting… #itsok
That’s brilliant, kids are so funny! And how weird that you’ve got the same birth date. Expensive week! #itsok
So, how do I go about getting my kids invited to the party next year? Given that your going to have to do at least a half bottle of gin to top this year’s, I’m definitely in! #itsok
I’ve definitely shot myself in the foot, haven’t I?!
You certainly left no stone unturned for that party and you’ve set the bar high for future parties. No wonder you were all exhausted after that crazy weekend. At least you haven’t got to do it again for a whole year! #ItsOK
That’s the best bit! A year’s rest 😂
Urgh – I totally get all of this. All the crying. Unfortunately for me, my two (mainy the oldest) can tell the time and won’t go to bed until I show them what the time actually is. If it’s 1 minute before 8,00pm they won’t go.
Top Tip: Withhold teaching them time as long as you can! #itsok right?
Ha ha top top tip! I’m going to do that 🙂
Oh flip that was one jam-packed emotional week you had there. I’d say you need a holiday after all of that! I know that feeling of getting so involved in organising the birthday party that it can become exhausting, but when you see their happy little faces you realise it was all worth it (just about!). As for the starting school, well that just gets ridiculously emotional but unfortunately there is no other way. The good part is that a couple of weeks into it everything settles down and you wonder what all the fuss was about – typical! #itsok
You’ll be pleased to hear I’m recovered and grateful I don’t have to worry about it for another year!
Oh my goodness you are braver than me – shuddering reading this! #itsok
I’m going with the fact it’s only once a year for all 3. Thank God!
Wow, that’s great. It’s worth all that, knowing full well that it’s once in a year. They deserve even more, I have no twins though. smiles.