Birthdays, Guilt, and Karma.
Monday, August 24th, 2009Is it bad that in my four years of parenthood, I’ve yet to throw a real birthday party? By “real” I mean the kind with other kids, party favors, and an organized game or two. I’ve just never managed to get it together enough to pull off such an event. Today is Wee P’s first birthday, and rather than preparing for my first class of the semester, which begins in 20 minutes, I’m sitting in my office trying to justify my failure (once again) to plan a party.
Here’s the rationale I’ve been offering myself: