My version of hell

So Sammy turns 5 tomorrow.

Of course we are planning ANOTHER unforgettable, amazing party to celebrate. And every year I say I’m not going to do this again, and EVERY year I cave…. because I am weak. And I want my kids to love me. And not having a birthday party might cause some damage that could contribute to poor choices later in life.

“I (insert crime) because my parents didn’t value me enough to have birthday parties for me as a child. So I continue to act out…..”

So in my efforts to keep the kids wholesome, and positive contributors to society… I have ridiculous parties that become so stressful that I swear never to do it again. Until the next time.

Because Charles Manson probably didn’t have any birthday parties as a kid…….just sayin’