The party…
What fun! We had a blast. I of course was late as usual. It’s odd how I can plan out what time things need to be accomplished by and yet I can never seem to accomplish those tasks at the designated time. I can’t figure me out. I do want to be on time. I really do. Well, my friends of course realize I’m constantly late, so they arrived an hour late as well, which is fine cuz I needed the extra time.
Our fix it man came in to install our microwave above the stove. Hooray! Now hopefully the kids won’t hang on the door and pull the whole thing down. So that was part of the reason I was late. Cuz the power was shut off to the stove and I couldn’t cook around them. The other part was that I had procrastinated shampooing the carpets and now I was doing it the day of…. nothing like leaving it to the last minute. I drive myself crazy. I’m annoyed at me.
Dinner was yummy. Ryan made BBQ chicken. He’s an awesome BBQ’er. I made rotisserie chicken, potato dumplings, roasted potatoes, mashed potatoes, corn, mixed beans, rice, gravy and fresh baked buns. I want 2 ovens. It would make my life easier. I made 5 cakes. A jello face cake, a black forest cake, a chiffon cake, ice cream cone muffins and Mya’s teddy bear cake. My only pet peeve was that everything wasn’t perfect. I had to fix the gravy Ryan made. It was so bland. I didn’t hear him ask me to check the seasoning and he doesn’t know how to season gravy. My friend made mash potatoes and she doesn’t know how to make mashed potatoes. They were lumping and sludgy. Not light and fluffy. My black forest cake fell apart when I tried to slice the layers. *sigh* I hate it when food isn’t perfect. It almost makes me not want to eat.
Mya’s 1st birthday was so much fun. The kids raced around and had a blast. My friend J, who has only one child had her eyes wide open and was aghast that I let the kids race around the house, jump around and scream. I just shrugged and said I was used to it. Not a big deal. The kids were mostly downstairs or upstairs but the little ones played on the main floor. So it was a houseful. My friend J doesn’t let her kid jump, run or shout in the house. I just shake my head. Whatever, she’s only got one. She was so stressed out and got a headache with all the kids by the time she left. All my other friends with 2 or more kids just shrugged it off cuz they were used to the noise as well.
Mya dove right into her teddy bear cake and covered herself full of icing and cake. She was grinning and happy as could be eating her birthday cake. She was a mess. I took her upstairs to bath her afterwards.
I heard this horrible sound… The sound of someone banging my piano with something hard… like a toy. I raced to the top of the stairs and looked down. I started screaming over and over again, “STOP! STOP HITTING THE PIANO!” My poor piano. It’s my baby. I LOVE my piano. All my friends know how much I love this piano. It gorgeous. It’s a 1906 upright Heinzman that we had restored. It has Alaskan wood and Walnut wood. It’s a dark walnut color with gorgeous carvings along the legs and sides of the piano. I love it.
I’ve wanted a piano since I was 5 years old and Ryan finally bought me one 4 years ago. It was one of the best gifts ever! This little kid (not mine, cuz I’ve uttered death threats to my kids if they touch the piano with their toys, so they know better) was taking the balloon pump and smashing my keys. Little bits of white piano keys were flying everywhere. I was just horrified as I saw little bits of white flying through the air. I kept screaming to stop as I flew down the stairs. The kid didn’t stop. I grabbed the balloon pump and said, “Stop! Don’t do that to my piano! You’re wrecking it!” AAAHHHH… I felt like swatting that kid and tossing him across the room. I was so upset. 12 keys were damaged. They were chipped by the hard force of the balloon pump.
His mother came into the room and was dismayed that it was her child causing the trouble. I turned and went upstairs absolutely shocked and horrified. The only thing I could utter over and over again was, “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, my piano, my piano.” I went upstairs back to bathing Mya in the tub. I felt like curling up in the fetal position and rocking back and forth in the corner. I couldn’t believe it. My poor piano. We spent so much money on that piano, it’s my baby. I don’t care if kids wreck other things I own, but my piano is my cherished possession. It’s the one inanimate thing I own that I adore and I love. *sigh* And now it’s keys are damaged.
Silence enveloped the house. Everyone knows how I feel about my piano. The mother of the little boy came upstairs and sat down apologizing from here to high heaven. She felt so bad and I could tell. She had tears welling up in her eyes and she was just mortified that her son did that to the piano. I told her it was ok. I was just in shock and I just needed some time to process this through my brain and get over the shock. I told her it was just a piano and it would be ok. I had calmed down by then that I wasn’t angry. I knew it was an accident. They don’t own a piano so the little boy didn’t know.
I figured it was my fault because just before that happened I had a strong impression to take away the balloon pump and put it away. I didn’t and this was the result. My piano was damaged. I won’t make my friend pay for the piano keys. I invited them, it was my house, I didn’t listen to myself to take the balloon pump away and I really don’t want to ruin our friendship over a piano. In the whole grand scheme of things, it is just a piano. It’s fixable. I cherish my friendships and even though she is making me promise up and down to tell her the price to fix it I won’t tell her. I’ll just say it’s covered under warranty.
I know first hand what it’s like to have my son wreck something at someone’s place. I know how she feels, so I don’t want to make a big deal about it. It was quite amusing though, cuz everyone was quiet waiting for my reaction and seeing what I would do. LOL. I didn’t freak out. I didn’t yell or throw a fit. Besides rocking beside the tub and muttering, “Oh my gosh” for a few minutes I think I handled myself quite well.
What was so nice, was my friends cleaned up the kitchen for me. It was so thoughful of them. They loaded the dishwasher, swept, put away chairs, tables and cleaned everything. It was so nice to come down to a clean kitchen. I dread the clean up, cuz it’s such an arduous task. That made me feel better.
Soon everyone was laughing and talking again, cuz I made everyone play animal charades. Kind of like headbands. Tape a picture to someones head and their partner has to act out the animal. No sounds. The person wearing the headband animal has to guess the animal. It was hilarious.
My friend Rachel has a tongue like Gene Simmons from KISS. Holy! I’ve never seen a tongue that long before. She’s so sweet and such a quiet shy person, so she just died when we made her show us her tongue over and over again. Everyone was shocked and intrigued. Funny.
So besides my piano being damaged, it was a fun night. Even though I vowed not to do another party, I think I will, just not go all crazy. I’ll do pizza or a spring roll party instead.