... before you answer that, first I'd like to just vomit up my tortured thoughts for the evening... my head hurts, my fisherman pants don't have that "extra fabric" overlap flap at the waist when I tie them up anymore, I'm nervous as hell about starting uni, full of snot, and terrified that Layla's birthday party on Saturday wont cut the mustard for 15-odd 6yr olds... Eeeeek!
My biggest fear is that they'll leave wishing they had of stayed at home and watched Sponge Bob Square pants, then spit on our mailbox on the way out! I have visions of little kids running up to me after the magic show at the end of the party and hoisting me into the air like a prized quarterback, chanting, "Mrs Mont"... "Mrs Mont"...! The reality is... they are 6 yr olds! As long as they have cake and prizes, I'm sure they'll have a swell time! I just have to convince myself of that reality. I really don't know why my stomach is churning over this, it could be that it has been a long time since I have felt responsible for that many demanding human beings all at once, (except for my recent trip out to the Swan Valley, on a bus with 15 drunken and uninhibited women), or the fact that I have never organised a birthday party for either of the girls before with their friends, or even the idea that Layla's friends will express their condolences for a "drag of a birthday party", and suggest that next year their dog might be sick on that day, and they probably wont make it... either way I am procrastinating with the final details, but I'm hoping we will be able to pull it all together without any major issues. I'm hoping to take some lovely photos of Layla and Evie with their friends at the party to share with you. Wish us Luck! I'm off to boil the jug for a lovely 'erp *shudder* cup of hot, watery 99% fat free packet soup... pain is beauty!
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