Tuesday, March 27, 2012

It's my Party and I'll Whine if I want to....

So I have been MIA from the blog lately, you know how it goes when you have mini dictators living in your house controlling your every move..and by dictators I mean children of course. (insert understanding nods here)
We have been one busy family for the last couple months and one broke family too..when you have kids and those kids have friends you will undoubtedly have been invited to a birthday party or two or three or ten. (Not to mention the parties you have thrown for your own hoard) We have been to a party for every single weekend for the last 2 months, none older than 4 and some as young as 2..I have eaten enough cake to make the average adult cringe and believe me I do, cringe that is, each time I receive one of those happy "Come celebrate with us" invites my teeth shudder and my cheeks pucker and my gut screams in agony...yet there I am anyway stuffing that frosting filled goodness down my throat like I love it..and I do...until it's gone, then I spend the next 2 days hating myself and feeling sick. Why do we do this to ourselves?

Throwing parties..now THAT is Mama Bears forte. I absolutely love the thrill of picking out new colors of streamers and making my own icing. I adore hand picking toys and treats for the goody bags and setting up everything just right in the house and having people over saying "Oh look at the lovely job you did" "you are such a great mom" "The kids are so lucky to have you" (Ok so maybe they don't fawn that much...until I grill them about the decor, do you like it? do you? DO YOU? (jk :P)) I sit there in my living room sipping a well deserved cup of coffee in all my glory, reveling in the beauty of my party throwing skills...then the first of the guests arrive (DING DONG) in comes another and another and slowly, bit by bit, my beautiful party room is torn to shreds, the balloons are being popped and hyped up sugar monsters are screaming and tearing down the streamers and throwing food all over and trying to rip into my beautifully wrapped gifts and i think to myself.."Why do I do this S***?" Next time I'm renting a bowling alley and leaving the decorations up to the staff, My sanity is definitely worth the extra $$$ not to have to clean up after these hellions. I say that now but Next birthday to roll around and here I'll be all Giddy about the Organza goody bags with the little labels that our guests will probably not appreciate :) That is the life of a SAHM.

Stay tuned because I may have a review or two coming up for some WAHMs that I adore and you should too. If you know of a WAHM that needs a review shoot me a link in the comments below, if you ARE a WAHM and want me to review for you then email me at samanthafairweather@live.ca ..lastly if you have a review blog that needs exposure let me know..scratch my back and I'll scratch yours ;)

Shop Local and Keep Smiling :)
-Mama Bear.

p.s. sorry for the lack of pictures..Camera battery is dead.

1 comment:

  1. Lol, sounds like we go to the same parties:)