I love my Hubby, but I just gave him the finger.
We are getting ready for my baby’s birthday party. This should be easy. Taking 15 girls out for supper and then back to our house for ice-cream cake, present opening, fancy nail painting and dancing dancing dancing. So why the stress!
Uh. Cat room must be cleaned, house must be vacuumed. Kitchen
crap magent counter must be de-crapified. Loot bags finished, dance floor prepared and on it on it goes. I have become the Party Mama from hell. (without all the money and the pony rides) Add to this that dear Hubby is also Sicko Hubby. He has the sniffles. When the big man gets sick, he goes down hard.
While we cleaned, I heard the mumbling under his breath…and the mumbling that was not so much under his breath. It was something very much like “This is the last Birthday Party we are ever having in this house…this is why we take these parties somewhere else!” Hmph.
It’s just a little cleaning! You did not marry me for my cleaning skills so there are times in our marriage when you just gotta suck it up babe! We mumbled at each other for a bit and then I stomped my feet and gave him the finger behind his back. Not mature, but it did make me feel better.
Anyone who tells you preparing for a little girls birthday party is not stressful is lying through their teeth.
Got to go and get my party on. Wish me luck!