Jul 23 2008
Surviving the Birthday Bash
I ushered them out before sundown. Our sleepover guests. It was a stressful 24 hours, not one that I want to relive any time soon.
The amount of unadulterated whining I’ve been exposed to, it’s got to be equivalent to some sort of massive radiation dosage because it honestly feels like my brain is disintegrating. Several times I found myself on the brink…that dangerous line between rational-reasonable-lets-work-this-out-mom and glowing-red-eyed-i’ll-swallow-your-soul-mom. I might have been trembling with subdued rage a couple of times there, but I choked it down with some rice krispie treats and coffee.
Overall fun was had by all (of them), gifts and goodies were exchanged, then bowling, then sandwiches and ice-cream cake. The end.
Unfortunately it seems some sort of viral infection made the rounds, as my youngest came down with a fever, which only added to the craziness, but I suppose we’re past pointing fingers right now.
I’ve really got to start screening my visitors though, maybe hire a medical professional to stand at the door and examine any prospective guests for signs of incubating. Take samples to be analyzed overnight. Anyone with a temperature of 99 or above will be abruptly turned away, as will callers with sniffles, rashes, upset stomachs, headaches, and/or nausea. Oh and also people who’ve recently left the country. I think it’s fair.
It’s not just for my protection, it’s for the benefit of all those who live under my protection, who I’m responsible for nursing back to health at the cost of my sleep and sanity.
