The #OopsFiles 16: Guest Blogger Wry Mummy

oopsfiles-16, wry-mummy featured imageEvery year my kids have a birthday.  It’s dreadfully inconvenient.  There ought to be a law making it compulsory that birthdays are only celebrated every [insert number of kids] years.  Musical M turned 12 last weekend.  My stomach turned over at the thought of having to  actually do stuff for her birthday.  Yep, I’m no earth mother.  Well, most of the time I’m no mother, period.  But as #OopsFiles is a light-hearted affair, let’s come back to that topic some other time!  Anyway, I hate kids’ birthdays.  Not OTHER kids’ ones you understand.  No, THEY are fine because THEY require no involvement from yours truly.  Once I’ve paid the parent who’s organising the combined gift, my responsibility ends and I can get on with the far more pressing duty of enjoying the wine for the mums and dads.  Or even better still, just dropping my kid off and fetching them later.  I have a friend who loves them as it an opportunity to shine; the whole family even sits round the table, creative juices all a-flowing, brainstorming party ideas.  #KillMe.  I’m from the school of: make a mad dash to the shops last minute (as in day before) to buy birthday child some gifts (nightmare when you live in a country where retail goods are expensive and you could have got them cheaper on Amazon with a bit of foresight), embroil oneself in some sort of cake-related disaster (this year being no exception), at least four more panic trips to shops for forgotten items and so on.

So Jess from Wry Mummy a) cracked me up and b) made me feel a bit better at my birthday failures (although at least she gives her kids a party…we haven’t done one in years preferring the easier sleepover route).  Oh and c) I love anyone who uses the word innards.  Mental note to self: must use that more…

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Kids’ parties: love ’em or loathe ’em, you’ve got to do ’em. Here’s how.

You’d think I’d be a dab hand by now, having organised 16 children’s parties. But it turns out you can still surprise yourself with your own ineptitude. Whether it’s your first or your 50th, here’s a handy checklist to stop you pooping the party.

Decide on a date: If you have it on your child’s actual birthday, make sure you don’t spend the whole time meeting and greeting so you fail to actually interact with your little angel on his big day. Whenever you decide, give plenty of notice (6 weeks or more), or you find yourself up against rival parties.

Decide on a venue: Soft play, football parties, Frozen in the church hall, at home…so much choice. Personally I go for the one that will run the whole party with no other intervention from me than turning up. Having tried to run Grandmother’s Footsteps for twelve toddlers, I’ve had to admit I’m not a natural leader of children.  Go by what you think your child will enjoy the most; if that’s too expensive try and find a nearby birthday in their class and split it.

Don’t tell your child. Too soon, anyway. “How many days is it till my party, mummy?” “61.” “How many hours is that?” [Pause.] “1464.” “How many seconds is that?” “Um.” Start your countdown a more manageable distance from the party to save your brain and your patience.

Use Paperless Post, or similar. Paper invites are cute and all, but I find it a nightmare to track who is coming to what. I used Paperless Post for the first time this year and it was much easier to keep track of who was coming – and it’s free! Of course, I managed to send it out without the RSVP request the first time. So I guess what I should say, is use an online invite company – correctly.

Don’t rest on your laurels. I was so chuffed with myself for booking the boys’ parties two months in advance, I relaxed too soon. Then this happened:

Don’t forget the party bags. I mentioned that I like to just turn up to parties these days, but my casual approach went awry this year when I forgot that neither of the venues I’d booked for my sons’ parties (on consecutive Sundays) offered a party bag service. This I did not realise till the morning of the party. You’d think having done the crazy whirl of whatever shops were open at 10.30am on a Sunday once, that I’d prepare ahead for the next party. Not so! There I was again, a bit quicker this time having memorised the sub-£1 offering of the local proprietors, but still a little more fraught than is ideal pre-party.

Don’t forget the food. Whatever you do, don’t, at 12.30pm on the day of a party starting at 2pm, suddenly remember, with prickling armpits of fear, that you never did quite send the food request form to your venue of choice. Bearing in mind you’ve only just recovered from the forgotten party bags blow, this is quite a double whammy. If this does happen to you, and God forfend it should, there’s always Domino’s pizza. Cheap(ish), popular and a lot less faffy than sandwiches and cucumber sticks.

Don’t forget the cake. The birthday cake IS the birthday, as far as my children are concerned anyway. In my defence, I didn’t forget to make the cake. I just left icing it to the last minute. By which I mean, 1.15pm on the day of the party. I don’t know if you’ve ever triple iced a cake, but if that’s what it takes to stick mini R2D2s to a sponge, then you just do it, don’t you?

Don’t make your children cry just before the party. You’d think this would be so obvious I wouldn’t need to mention it. But I feel I should do public penance for the fact I made both the birthday boy and his big brother cry just as we were leaving the house for the party. All I did was turn off the TV in the middle of their programme and ask them quite loudly to get their shoes on. But I felt like I’d shot the dog.

Don’t forget to tell your husband where the party is. “Hello? Where are you?” “Where are YOU? Have you got the drinks?” (You’ll recall I hadn’t ordered any party tea so he’d gone to Tesco on the way for Fruit Shoots to dilute the salt-attack pizzas). “What do you mean you’re at the other place?” I’ll leave you to imagine the rest of that particular phone call.

Don’t be cripplingly hungover. When all of the above is going wrong, and even if it’s not, being hungover for your child’s party is a recipe for pain. (You might think it a large explanation for many of the mistakes, especially the last one; but in my case, all this could easily have happened even if I’d not touched a drop.) All those shrill voices screaming with joy, for a start. Then all their parents you may never have met, standing round awkwardly looking to you to maintain the social flow, when all you want to do is gibber quietly on the sofa with a family pack of pickled onion Monster Munch. Last time we did it, we swore we’d never go out the night before one of their parties again, yet here we were, responsible for everyone’s fun and barely in control of our innards. 

The moral of the story? It is not give up booze or don’t do children’s parties – just don’t combine the two. But most of all:


Disclaimer: This post is not sponsored by Paperless Post, Domino’s, Tesco or anything but my own stupidity.


#OopsFiles 16 Wry Mummy logoJess writes about the merry mayhem of life with three young boys. She is a mum of three, master of none who started her blog in the middle of the night as no-one was awake to laugh at her take on sluicing baby sick off sheets.  Her posts are a witty, ever so slightly despairing but always warm slice of family life, with occasional pieces on style and pretty stuff to take her mind off the chaos.
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8 Comments on The #OopsFiles 16: Guest Blogger Wry Mummy

  1. justsayingmum
    June 13, 2016 at 3:08 pm (2 years ago)

    Oh my word – I literally spent the entire post saying “oh no” then read next point “oh no” – don’t think i’ve ever said that so many times when I have read a blog – just bloody brilliant – I felt stressed for you and I was only reading it! You need to pass next year’s party organising over to Prab’s friend – she evidently loves it – make sure you understood I said Prab’s friend and NOT Prabs! #MarvMondays

    • prabs
      June 13, 2016 at 10:20 pm (2 years ago)

      I literally snorted at that last bit. I love how my blogger friends feel comfortable ripping the crap out of me 🙂

  2. Mama, my kid doesn't poop rainbows
    June 13, 2016 at 3:51 pm (2 years ago)

    Pretty apt as I’ve got my kids 2nd party on Wednesday and I’ve forgotten the flipping part bags. Stuff it, I’m making a stand. No party bags. No, annoying waste of money. No FAFF. Either that or I’ll be running to the shops tomorrow during my lunch break. One of those.

    • prabs
      June 13, 2016 at 10:24 pm (2 years ago)

      I admire your guts. I’d cave last minute lol. Good luck with the party!

  3. Rhyming with Wine
    June 13, 2016 at 9:40 pm (2 years ago)

    Well so far we have managed to avoid the whole party thing by conveniently arranging to go on holiday over the birthdays instead. We are staring down the barrel of school though from next year though and so I will be ensuring that Dominos is on speed dial. I’m impressed at the triple icing though! I would probably have just ended up using superglue…
    Brilliant post Jess x
    Thanks for sharing Prabs and happy belated birthday to M x

    • prabs
      June 13, 2016 at 10:29 pm (2 years ago)

      barrel of school lol. Loved the Dominos comment. Thanks for the wishes.

  4. Crummy Mummy
    June 13, 2016 at 9:51 pm (2 years ago)

    We’re hosting our first full-class party this year – now I’m worried! #fartglitter

    • prabs
      June 13, 2016 at 10:30 pm (2 years ago)

      Erm yes…be worried lol! Thanks for reading love.


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