Invasion of the Six-Year-Olds

We had Lainey’s birthday part on Sunday. 14, six-year-old girls in our backyard for two hours with just Mark and me holding things down.  If you’re thinking of trying this yourself, DON’T! I still get an eye twitch thinking about it. Let me tell you, 6YO girls know how to bring the drama. Half way through the party, Nick asked Mark if he could please go to his room and be by himself. Poor kid couldn’t take it. Of the 14 girls, at least half ended up crying at some point, including the birthday girl. There was fighting, whining, and bounce house “injuries” galore.  I even had to call one parent to come back and deal with her daughter.

But, all the girls seemed happy as they filed out of our yard and as Lainey drifted towards sleep that night, I whispered in her ear, “Did you love your party?” And she stretched one sleepy arm out and flipped a strong thumbs up. So, in the end, success! Because the joy of being six is that her mind goes straight to the laughter in the bounce house, the thrill of smacking the piñata, and the sweet taste of cake and ice cream on her tongue. She’s forgotten all about the rest.

But, my mind does not. So, I’m glad you enjoyed it, Laineybug. Because NEVER again!



The best picture we got of the group, because organizing a group photo was WAY beyond our capabilities.
 

P.S. I do feel I should mention that, on your average day, most of these girls really are very sweet, but collectively that day...whoa! There were a few standout, AWESOME guests, and I made sure to tell their parents at pick-up. I also had a very serious talk with Elaine that night about how to be a good guest herself.