DD had her party today at a local bounce house today. 45 minutes in one room with three giant bounce houses, 45 minutes in another room with three giant bounce houses, and then into the party room for a half an hour or so (where we can finally sit the eff down) for pizza, soft bread sticks, juice boxes, pop (for the adults), cake, ice cream, present orgy, passing out goodie bags, and it's over. Except that we have all kinds of pizza, bread sticks, and cake left over. (Yummy, yummy soft bread sticks.)
Things that were fun included watching the kids enjoy themselves, and making and passing out the goodie bags. Which were princess bags filled with toys, candy, and of course dinosaur trinkets. Accompanied by a dinosaur head on a stick that you could make move by pulling a trigger type handle. My daughter, the eclectic. It's fine by me. The heck with the themes.
Not so fun things included finding my daughter hiding behind one of the bounce houses, apparently pouting, and very irritated that I'd found her. And then the very rude comment that she made about one present ("I already have one of those!"). Now, I know that we've discussed this before, but shame on me, I didn't go over the rules before the party. (Can I get a pass because I was running a fever from a double ear infection and a sinus infection? Hope so.) But I hate rude.* And then there was the brief crying jag in the hallway at the end of the party for some unknown reason. And lightly smacking at a little boy at the end of the party (really lightly), but WTF? I asked her to stop, DD said that it was just a game, and the little boy's mom said "well, let's not ever play that game anymore, OK?" That was a bit embarrassing. But, she's five, and after two hours of non-stop fun, following a morning of errands that were accomplished at breakneck speed with no nap (she's sort of not into naps anymore), I would say she did OK overall.
In a way, this was really kind of sad too, because this is the very last party where all of the kids from DD's school will be together. They're five now. They're big kids. (And they never stop reminding you of that fact.) The next party up on tap is a princess party, but there will only be girls and mommies invited to that one. And then we all move on to our separate lives, I guess. I did put a letter in everyone's mailbox asking them if they wanted to be part of a shared address list so that the kids could keep in touch as pen pals, or we could arrange outings every so often as a large group or in smaller groups as people prefer. Four takers on that one, including us. Perhaps that will change as we move on into the school year, but perhaps not. Maybe not all of us are feeling so wistful, eh?
Still no word about my job. There have been some layoffs, and some transfers, but nothing at my level. I wish they would just go ahead with the 10% salary cuts they've been talking about, if that is what's going to happen. I would hope that we end up with a day off every other week in exchange. Given that I still spend Sundays on the never-ending project that is my parent's house, it would be nice to have that time to do something around my own house. At least my brother and I have buried the hatchet (and only partly in each other!), and we work together on Sundays. He is much more laid back than I am. He thinks that this is an infinite project, and it's OK to take a day off once in awhile. I told him that only the universe is infinite, this just seems that way, and I would rather work longer to get it over with. He usually brings my older nephew or my niece with him, and may I say what good kids these guys are turning out to be. They never complain, they work their butts off, and they really, really respect my father and would do anything for him. That's kind of nice to see.
We're getting ready to do another cycle, but I'm in my pill month right now. I always see it as sort of like the intermission. Kind of blah, and waiting for the next act. We have five embryos remaining, and I hope that we are successful. And, in his heart, DH equally wishes that we are not. You can't hide your heart, I guess. The paradox is that he's a wonderful dad, and he would love another child -- once that child is here. It's the getting there that he would rather avoid.
Hope you are all enjoying the end of summer. Can you believe it -- the end of summer? Ack. I hate winter.
* - And I'm totally irritated at the two parents who never RSVP'd, even after a reminder, and then a follow up saying that because I needed a count, I was including them because of the deadline, but if they really couldn't make it please let me know. Ahem. No shows. DD is five. They are not.