My daughter is turning 10 this weekend. I haven’t got anything firmly planned at this time, but hoping to get the wheels in motion tomorrow. In past years, (in no particular order) we have done at-home sledding, spa, gone to a local dance studio, swimming, and sleepovers. I find that I much prefer going out of the house, particularly when housecleaning has gone out the window. Plus, as has happened with Jack’s friends, we simply don’t have the space to accommodate the bodies anymore.
So I’ve been looking at another pool party, instead of driving and hour and a half to do laser tag (not trusting the weather at this time of year — another freezing rain warning in effect tonight), but I put it off and put it off, and now it’s days away and nothing booked, no invites sent out. And I’m wondering what the sense is in booking a whole pool for four, or fewer, little girls. Therefore I have been wracking my brain to come up with alternatives that we can do on short notice:
- Horseback riding — there is an excellent stable nearby. I have already called to see if it’s possible, and now I have to wait for the call-back.
- Spa (again), this time at a local salon. I’ve put out feelers for prices, etc.
- Bowling — can’t remember if we’ve done this for her yet.
- Last-minute scrambling clean-up . . . Kill me now.
This is the kid who wanted to start planning her next birthday the day after the last one. In vain, we told her to stop talking about it all spring, and summer, and throughout the fall. With that many reminders, you’d think I would have all this in hand. I can run community events and fundraisers and track 20-odd correspondence students and run a classroom and write nouvelle, so planning my child’s birthday party should be a cakewalk, right?
Somebody save me.