(the tee shirt design - this was taken the next day as is obvious from the cake stains and wrinkled shirt)
The short, sweet, rosy version would go like this:
I cleaned my house on Friday night so we could wake up to a fresh start on Saturday. We drank some coffee together, and then figured out how to get the t-shirts made. We made a little dark room in the bathroom and timed it all just right and the image actually burned itself onto the screen. We were able to screenprint the shirts! High five us. I made four lasagnas (two Italian sausage and two mushroom & artichoke) bread, salad and punch. The party was a blast. The kids were well behaved and the adults were able to hang out for hours. It was a really cool second birthday for Clark, and I'm so happy I was able to pull it all together. (Insert smilies! And fireworks!)
The real, accurate, true-life story would go like this:
Friday night I went to visit my grandpa in the hospital. He was just diagnosed with ALS and I was barely holding it together on Friday evening. I contemplated cancelling the party, but what would that fix? I did manage to drag myself around the house so it would be clean for Saturday. Cleanish, that should say. I began to make a cake, but after vacantly staring at the ingrediants for awhile, decided to put it off until the next day. Saturday we woke up and realized that the shirts were way way way harder than we had anticipated. The prep work alone was going to take hours. We haphazardly made a dark room in our (main) bathroom and slopped bright red emulsion everywhere. Only half of the design made its way onto the screen, but we thought we could live with that. We yelled at each other a lot. Washing out the screens got my only-pants-that-fit soaking wet. I spent the next hour making lasagna in my underwear, while wearing my four month old in the Angelpack. When the screens were finally ready, my husband had to do the ink part himself because I was up to my ears in messed-up lasagna noodles. The bright red emulsion we had slopped everywhere in the shower was now the color of dried blood. The bathroom our guests were going to be using looked like a crime scene.
It was at this moment that my mother in law and my dear friend Melanie stepped in and saved me from calling the whole thing off.
They cleaned the scary bathroom and the sticky kitchen. They buttered the bread, put the salad together and let me take a moment to put on pants and mascara. My mother in law helped my husband with the shirts and went to the grocery store to purchase the cake I never made.
Amazingly, the house looked normal for the party. The kids were well behaved. The food came out better than I even expected (if I do say so myself-- mushroom and artichoke lasagna is my new favorite). The party was a blast. The kids were well behaved and the adults were able to hang out for hours. It was a really cool second birthday for Clark, and I'm so happy to be blessed with friends and relatives who love me enough to step in when I need help, and stick around to help me celebrate. Without them, where would I be? Probably still standing in the kitchen, in my underwear.
(the happy birthday boy)