Marcus has his birthday party this coming Saturday (he turns six on Friday). Dave and I have been planning it since December. That’s not because we’re that obsessive, but because it was easier to invite his school friends on the last day of school rather than track down phone numbers and/or addresses for all of them to send out the invitations.
(Why did the kid have to be so impatient as to be born in the last week of the school holidays? I was happily planning for April; he’s the one who decided to arrive in January.)
So, way back around the 10th December, we decided to invite his friends around to our place for a pool party and barbeque. When I asked him who he wanted to come, he listed over half the class. And the list changed each time. So in the end I just invited all 21 of them. With that many, spreading them around our yard, the pool, the sandpit and the trainset seemed the best possible solution. There’s also going to be another birthday surprise (Marcus shouldn’t be reading my blog, but he could now, so I’m not going to risk spelling it out), but that is also an outdoor one.
At this point I have 13 confirmed attendees, several of whom are bringing their parents and siblings. And the long range weather forecast on the news tonight was for heavy rain on Saturday. My planned activities are all outdoor ones. What am I going to do with all these people if it’s pouring with rain?
My health is totally crap right now. I’m struggling to think straight – my thought patterns are certainly extremely linear and if I don’t have a list, I’ll just forget things. My body doesn’t feel sleepy, but it’s just done and keeps trying to tell me to lie down and close my eyes. And I have muscle aches all over and eyes that hurt just from being open. CFS is not kind to mothers looking after hyperactive nearly-six year olds for six weeks in a row. (I’ve had wonderful help from Dave, but there’s still I lot I just have to do myself, especially when he’s at work.) My resources are very, very thin at this point.
Which is a long winded way of saying that I simply don’t have the focus, brainpower and energy to start planning indoor games at this point. My mind goes blank if I just start to think about it.
I’m hoping and praying for good weather, and failing that, some other kind of miracle.
I foresee troubled sleep and/or nightmares in my future for the next couple of days.