He Must Have Thought I Was Running Out of Blog Material.

T has been talking about having an "End of the School Year" party for weeks. In all honesty, I've kind of let it go in one ear and out the other because the last day of school is on a Thursday and he'll be at his moms.

I was selfishly thinking that it wouldn't be affecting me.

Oh but was I ever wrong.

Friday night I happened to see a message from a (girl) friend of T's from school and while this was really no big deal and I typically wouldn't have paid any attention, a few words happened to catch my attention.

Talk of a party.
Saturday night.
Pizza is involved.
My dad will pick you up.

My dad will pick you up? Meaning J? Meaning this party is at our house?

So Friday night I brought it up to J thinking perhaps I've been out of it and missed this conversation and party plan.

Oh no, I certainly didn't because J didn't know anything about it either.

Come to find out he had friends waiting in the wings for his "End of the School Year" party and so did M.

And not just a friend or two, eleven friends.

(I'd like you to know it could have been many more, because I do believe that M called every single person she knows with a phone number.)

While me and my black and white tendencies wanted to say no and shut the whole darn operation down, J calmly and coolly took over and decided we should just see how it all pans out.

We kind of balance each other out like that.

The evening was interesting. Mostly because I totally stepped back and let J run the show and deal with all the craziness that was happening.

And when I say I totally stepped back I mean I left. The littles and I went and ran errands.

Something about eleven plus kids eating greasy pizza and drinking soda in my clean house makes me freak out wince.

But it was fine. The littles and I got home just in time to snag a piece of pizza and it was almost time for everyone else to go. The kids that were over were very polite and kind and though the kitchen needs a sweep through the house doesn't look so bad.

(Might have just a little something with Jeff trying to keep most of them outside.)

After J dropped off the last of the partiers, he sat down with both T and M and gave them have a clear cut expectation that any future parties need to be run by us before anyone is invited.

Period.