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Birthday Party Planning for Lazy Dummies

I have a confession to make. And I realize by confessing this, there is a very good chance I will be thrown against the closest available car hood, handcuffed in the non-kinky way and hurled into one of those torture cells that don’t let you fully stand up by a mob of lithe, blonde, yoga moms who all became friends via Pinterest.

But, consequences be damned. I have to get this off my chest.

My baby, my beautiful, amazing baby, turns one-year-old in less than two weeks.

Yes! I know! Big deal, right? Huge, major milestone, deal!

And…here it goes…(sigh)…I don’t have anything planned yet.

OK, Heather, Stacy and Taylor, you can put the handcuffs on now.

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The worst part is that this lack of planning isn’t even something I can blame on the baby. (Although if anyone asks, that’s exactly what I’m going to do. The only reason to have children is so that you have a cherubic-faced scapegoat readily available for any and all occasions).

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It’s not like he’s kept me so busy I couldn’t find a spare minute or two to make a list of people to invite. And then write out those invitations. And then plan a menu to feed all those people. And then a separate menu list just for the booze (because I think it’s cruel to invite people to a kid’s birthday party without offering them copious amounts of alcohol as compensation for showing up). And then, like, games or some crap for the people who show up with their own demon spawn. And then bake a fancy, Spiderman-themed, three-tiered, professional-looking cake that according to Facebook every other mom is capable of not only doing but doing while also making it vegan and gluten-free.

Technically, I do actually have the time to do all that stuff if I really wanted to (although it would be a great personal sacrifice considering it would severely cut down on my “X-Files” marathon watching time). And I really do want to celebrate this important event in my son’s life. I mean, he’s my favorite person in the world and I’ve celebrated far lesser events in his life so far, such as the day he got more than half of the green beans on his plate into his mouth as opposed to on the floor.

But the reasons I haven’t planned anything yet are because:

  1. I’m just not that mom. I’m never going to be that mom. My kid will be the one with the last-minute toilet paper mummy Halloween costume and store-bought birthday cakes that say “Congratulations, Julie!” because I forgot to order one ahead and took whatever was readily available). And…
  2. We don’t have any family living close by and very few of our local friends have kids close to my son’s age. Or kids at all, for that matter. And…
  3. He’s not even going to remember this event.

I know, I know. None of that should matter. According to modern mommy standards, I should still throw a huge party complete with organic balloons and artisan party favors and an exotic, free-range petting zoo and little marshmallow Olaf appetizers, even if the invited guests are all non-baby-having grown-ups who probably have better things to do on the weekend.

However, a part of me, the selfish part, would rather celebrate the fact my husband and I kept him alive for an entire year. I mean, my baby did absolutely nothing to help himself get to this milestone. If anything, he worked actively against surviving to the one-year mark.

But even I know it’s wrong to hire a babysitter to watch your baby on his birthday as you two go out to the bar to celebrate your parental prowess.

(Right? That’s wrong. Right? Or is it? Could we do that? No, no, no, it’s wrong. I know it’s wrong).

So, just how will we celebrate Riker’s birthday? I still have no idea. But I’m sure I’ll think of something the day before and drive myself insane trying to put it together in 24 hours.

And then just scrap the whole idea entirely three hours before showtime and text everyone to meet us at Chuck E. Cheese.

Or the closest available semi-kid-friendly bar.

Diary of a New Pinterest User

Day One

10 a.m. Ugh. I’m so sick of everyone talking about Pinterest.

10:15 a.m. It just sounds so stupid. Basically a glorified bulletin board like you used to put up in college and wanted everyone to look at to see all the “cool” things you put on it but no one ever did. So stupid. People will fall for anything.

10:16 a.m. Like I need another social networking site to manage anyway.

10:18 a.m. OK! FINE! I’ll sign up! Just to check it out. So I can, you know, make fun of it. More thoroughly.

10:21 a.m. Waiting list!?! What the…? What the hell do they mean “I’m on a waiting list”? Who the hell do they think they are? It’s a website not Studio 54. I knew this would be stupid.

Day Three

2 p.m. Oh-ho! What do we have here? Pinterest finally decided I was worthy enough of their rinky-dink little site? Well, too late, douchebags. I don’t need your pity invite.

2:05 p.m. Ugh! Fine. Just a quick look-see. This is so stupid.

2:30 p.m. Soooo…I just pin things I like in different categories…? What’s the point?

2:31 p.m. Son of a…why am I automatically following 200 people? And why does it keep updating all this crap to Facebook!? I hate this website.

2:32 p.m. Oh! That is a pretty cool dress, though.

2:33 p.m. OK. Bored now. Signing off.

Day Four

9 a.m. Twenty-four followers overnight? Whoa. And I haven’t even really done anything yet. Eh, I got a few minutes. May as well give it another go.

9: 50 a.m. Wait, what time is it? Wow. Time really got away from me there. I’ll just browse a bit more and then start my workday.

10:22 a.m. All this stuff is so cool. And for some strange reason, even though I’m just admiring the work of other creative people, it somehow makes me feel creative by default…

10:25 p.m. Man, it’s like I can create my own dream life on here.

10:34 a.m. Everything I own sucks. Why can’t my life look like my ‘Things I Want’ board!?! I HATE MY LIFE!

11:12 a.m. Oh my God, I’m totally going to try this recipe tonight. Right after I go to the park and try to recreate those black and white photos I saw. Oh! And maybe I can swing by the bookstore on my way back to pick up that new Stephen King book I pinned on my “Must Read” board.

3:13 p.m. I’m totally going to start doing crafts and selling them on Etsy.

8 p.m. Holy shit! When did it get dark out?

8:42 p.m. And tomorrow I’ll start jogging now that I have that “Workout Motivation” board. And then go through my closet and re-organize so I can make room for all the new things on my “Personal Style” board…

Day Five

4:32 a.m. PIN ALL THINGS! PIN EVERYTHING! EVERYONE NEEDS TO KNOW THE THINGS I LIKE! AND I LIKE EVERYTHING!

5:17 a.m. I should really go to bed.

5: 18 a.m. Oh! Wait! Look at that! Repin, bitches!