Birthday Planning Blues

I am having house guests in 48 hours. I have 48 hours to deep clean my bathroom, clean the playroom, vacuum (and stay on top of the dog hair) wash the floors, fold about ten loads of laundry, clean the spare room and wash the floors in the basement.

I also have to buy all the stuff for the birthday party - plates, cups, napkins, balloons, a Buzz Light Year Pinata, all the crap to put in the pinata, plan and prepare the food and the loot bags and the games..... the list goes on and on and on. And the cake. HOLY CRAP. The freaking cake. I just remembered I have to order the cake.

Bear's birthday party is on Saturday. Today is Tuesday. Well, its Tuesday night which means that I really only have tomorrow and half of Thursday to get my house is presentable shape. Mother in Law arrives from far, far away sometime on Thursday afternoon. Thank the Lord the party isn't at my house. I don't know how I would have fit 12 bouncing 3-5 year olds in my house, plus their parents. I am ever so grateful that my Mom is hosting the party at her house.

I used to be so organized. I would write lists, and sub lists and I'd have it all squared away at least a week beforehand. The rusty wheels are turning in my head. I thinks I have a plan.....

I'm going to buy loot bags, but I'm going to turf assembling them. Once the kids are done beating the crap out of Buzz and all his guts spill out they can collect said guts and put them into the bags. I can find cool stuff to put in there - pencils, stickers, whistles, and candy. Can you really go wrong with candy?

I'm starting to feel like I can do this. I really think I can. I honestly wish I had more confidence in myself. It would eliminate so many tears, so many fistfuls of hairs being ripped from my head. Sure, the BC Liquor Board may see a decrease in sales in April and October but I would have my sanity intact.