Planning a first birthday party is literally the most stressful and ridiculous thing I may have ever endured in my entire life. Maybe that’s my problem… maybe I’ve become too involved. Maybe I’m not supposed to be involved, maybe I’m supposed to sit back and let it happen… maybe I’m not even supposed to know when the date of the party is. You know, maybe I just kind of show up like it’s my own surprise birthday party.
Where is it exactly that we’ve gone wrong? When did we think that a one year old needed a Royal Coronation to celebrate his first year on Earth?
I’ve enjoyed everything and every second of this past 11+ months, but I’m not sure I’m the right guy for the birthday planning job. I have the attention span of a preschooler and no ability to deal with indecision. Yet I am flashed Pintrest photos every 12 seconds and am now having dreams about nautical themed party favors.
You’d think after all these years Stef would know that I can’t process anything after 7:00pm. I want to be part of planning things for Jax. I just can’t tell the difference between the New England lighthouse napkin holder and the Myrtle Beach lighthouse napkin holder… and I’m not sure I ever want to. I feel awful, but after 20 minutes it’s like listening to Charlie Brown’s teacher.
Don’t get me wrong I like to have a say in things, but I’ll stick to having a say in things in know about… Unfortunately party planning is not on that list.
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