It's been a busy month so far, mostly because I have a child graduating from high-school in a couple of weeks. She also turned 18 a few weeks ago and along with graduation preparations, we're also inundated with awards, soccer games and practices. Our plate is definitely full and blogging just has to go by the wayside. Family first, right?
My eldest child rarely asks for things. In fact she likes to stay away from anything conventional. She skipped out on a quinceañera, a fête des quinze ans or a 16th birthday party, she wasn't interested then ... and now. Yes, I know we're not from Latin America or France, but we always figured that kids her age just enjoyed parties. Throwing her an 18th birthday party was the last thing she wanted us to do and in fact she even told us that she did not want a party if it was a "lame party".
What constitutes a lame party or what the kids nowadays refer to as a real kingsley? I have no idea, but the Urban Dictionary seems to have plenty to say about it ...
a lame party where all the people are drunk, but there are only about 10 people there. these parties usually last about 3 hours and are really lame
I am in fear and I figured that if I have things in writing or blog about it, that things would somehow come together. I have been dragging my husband in the backyard after a long day at work and I'll be pointing out where things should go. Obviously a few minutes into my tirade he starts looking dazed and glassy-eyed. Poor guy ... and the daughter you wonder? She's off studying, napping, galavanting and enjoying the last few weeks of high-school while I go through bouts of insomnia.
Progress in snail pace but the photo booth, DJ and catering were booked. Invitations sent out and the party dress was sent to get altered. Too many great ideas from different directions and some days I am just overwhelmed. There are days when I wonder why I didn't hire a professional party planner? Maybe because ... I am cheap or perhaps I truly am a sucker for punishment!