
So, my youngest had her 8th birthday party last night. She begged to do it at Chuck E Cheese aka Satan's Lair. It was her first real party, so okay, I caved.
The evening started off badly when Riley had a major meltdown over what I told her to wear to the party. It wasn't like I was trying to make her wear a frilly dress or anything! I bought a new casual shirt that actually looked very nice. No. Riley has her own mind and she was insisting on a faded blue t-shirt that had a dog or something on it.
Okay, I guess this is where the old fashioned mom comes out of the closet. I told her absolutely not. She argued that other kids in Satan's Lair would be wearing t-shirt like she had on. I argued back that it wasn't their birthday party and they weren't my kids. Tears fell, mommy yelled, what else is new. LOL
In the end, she wore the shirt I wanted but took the blue t-shirt just in case I might cave. Yeah, not a chance in hell of that happening.
We arrived at Satan's Lair to a deafening room full of children. Although Riley only had a total of 19 guests, the place was packed with the normal Friday night screaming crowd. We found our table and Riley was quite impressed by the big balloon with her name on it. It was written in marker, but I wasn't about to crush her idea that the manufacturer had actually made a special balloon for her.
My ex-husband showed up as well as his parents and brothers. Smile. See me smiling. Damn, I'm a good mommy. LOL As soon as the hostess brought the cups of tokens, Riley and the friends who'd already arrived were off. Leaving me to try and figure out who else was at her party. I had a couple of little girls come up to me, smile and hold out their hands. I'd look at my mom, shrug, and hand over a cup of tokens. I assume this was common-place for the kids, but it was all new to me.
I didn't have parties anywhere but home growing up. Mom would do the normal party games and play the happy hostess. I could blame the new trend of parties "out" on kids today, but I think it's more like "moms" today.
When I was young, parents seem to have their kids at a much younger age. They had the energy to keep up with a bunch of screaming party-goers. I'm nearly 44, and I don't. I barely have the energy to keep up with the two I have. Okay, I don't even have the energy for that. It's so much easier on my blood pressure to have the screaming children in a place that isn't my home. The party only lasted 90 minutes which was a complete blessing because I believe I aged about 3 years in that 90 minutes. Between playing nice with the kids who refused to listen to me and being civil to the ex-in laws, I was completely worn out.
According to Riley, it was the best party in the history of her class. I'm glad she thought so, that's all that matters in the end. Me? I was ready for bed.