The Birthday Boy

This post is about my first experience of organising and doing a birthday party. My son turned 1 on the 9th November and so excited over it I organised a big birthday party for him, a hall, hired soft play, buffet, music. I organised it all 3 months in advance thinking nothing could go wrong and people would have plenty of notice. How wrong I was. As little did I know we would end up moving house the same week and the house we move into would be left like a building site. Anyway this is how his birthday party day went (I will refer to Oakley as son as I will get sick of typing his name and battling auto correct):

7am - we wake up groggy after staying up to 1am making paper mâché bloody twirlywoos. (Which in the end don't dry in time and are still in a heap on my dining table)

8am - Son is eating his breakfast while me and his dad sit sorting out cupcakes.

8:15 - Darling son decides to free fall from his high chair banging his head, which proceeds to 20mins of crying but being ok.

9am - Sons godmother and her mum arrive which I am thankful for as Son now has a play mate (his godmothers daughter who is a month younger) and they are great help. Party bags done!

10am - In laws arrive. Que a tour of the new house.

10:50 - I realise the time and that I have 10minutes to get ready, at this point I don't even have my boob hammock on let alone my make up done or hair brushed.

11:05 - Mother arrives. I'm rushing round like a maniac making sure I don't forget anything. Then we're off.

11:15 - Thankfully the church hall owner has let the soft play company in to start inflating the gigantic play area. Son wants some boob. Hall owner wants to show me the fire exits. Soft play people want money. Others are setting up the buffet. 

11:30 - Money paid. Fire exits seen. I am now sat in the chapel brrastfeeding son. Comfy eh. 

12:30 - Guests arrive. Son doesn't want to play and is clung onto me like a baby monkey. 

2pm - Everyone's having fun, except for darling son. We sing happy birthday, he sleeps the whole way through it.

2:45 - People start getting ready to leave,  kids have had a great time. Son has woke up but grouchy and just wants his mum. I'm telling people to take buffet food with them. Please. 

3pm - Soft play people come to get the play area. We clean up and go home.

4pm - Home with mother, grandmother and inlaws. Son is screaming an starts projectile vomiting everywhere. 111 is called and due to the fall earlier the children's hospital it is. 

5:30pm - Driving around the one way system of birmingham city centre for over an hour not being able to find this bloody hospital.

7pm - Finally seen and told they want to observe son until 11pm. Darling son has now perked up and wants to run around.

11pm - Son has played with a pink buggy for hours, screamed at the nurse for taking his oxygen levels as apparently a bit of tape and a red light on your toe is the worst imaginable thing EVER. We head home after being told he's fine. I am exhausted.

12:30 - We are home. Bed is needed. Son is wide a effing wake. 

Moral of the story? Nothing involving kids will go right. At least his friends enjoyed his party.