Written in response to https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2023/04/23/sunday-confessionals-host/
Hosting a party seemed a good idea at the time.
Her child was five years old, and she wanted to celebrate it in style. There was a bouncy castle, an entertainer, (Blippi) and a selection of sandwiches, cakes, jelly and ice-cream. They were all enjoying themselves, until one child had an allergic reaction to the chocolate cake (who knew that contained nuts).
It went pear shaped after that.
One of the kids got hold of Blippi’s glasses, and broke them. He ran away, threatening to sue. Tabitha, decided she was scared of all the noise and spent most of her birthday in her bedroom. She was bribed down when she needed to blow out all her candles, but refused to play any party games.
The dog had ice-cream in his fur, and spent hours cleaning himself.
When everyone left, it looked like a hurricane had swept through her house.
Perhaps next year they could go to MacDonald’s, it would be a lot less hassle, and cheaper. Maybe only a couple of friends, Tabitha would have preferred that. After one party, she would never host again.