That’s the problem when your wife and two of your kids have their birthday on June 13th. You end up missing Father’s Day every year. This is how it works. We have a little celebration on June 13th. It involves opening presents, eating cake, and going out to dinner. Then the following Saturday (as in the day before Father’s Day), we have the big birthday party for the kids at our house. What do you suppose happens the day after the big birthday party? Celebrate Father’s Day? Nope! More like cleaning up, recovering, and assembling toys.
To be fair to my wife, I have to say the party and celebration focused a lot more on the kids than my wife. And this year, the little princess had the nerve to come home from school with the stomach flu, which meant not going out to eat on their birthdays. Of course, the little princess insisted on eating cake even though she was sick. And since we are such good parents, we let her……which meant the little princess later threw up her cake. Another parenting lesson learned thanks to the little princess.
Did I mention it was a BIG birthday party? Mommy Forever scaled back this year and invited fewer people, but there were still over 30 kids and 20 adults. We usually have fewer kids and more adults at our parties. In the past, we invited friends and relatives. But now, the party has been taken over by the little princess’ school friends. And their parents were essentially using us as baby sitters. Can’t really blame them when the party is four to seven hours long. Speaking of baby sitting, there was one parent who I thought highly of. She was the first to arrive. Actually, her kids were the first ones to arrive. When we answered the door, the mom wasn’t around. Just her two kids, one of them was not even invited to the party. The mom didn’t even bother to make sure I wasn’t some sort of weirdo or if I forgot to put away my M14’s and grenades again. The most important thing was the free baby sitting.
Have I mention my wife is insane before? Well, she is. She could have kept the party simple by just ordering pizza or something. Instead she cooked most of the 12 entries and had another 8 dishes of fruits, cheese, jello, chips, and other munchies. The kids could have cared less. They just wanted to play games and win prizes. The adults, on the other, loved the food. But my wife is still crazy.