Because my kids’ birthdays run from July to October with absolutely no break, we would go broke if we tried to do something special for each one of them every year. We decided that this year we would do something totally different: We’d pick a date right in the smack middle of all their birthdays and have one big bash. We invited friends and family, and we’d – of course – go with a monkey theme. We rented out the pavilion at the local beach months in advance.
I had invitations printed up, made the kids matching t-shirts, and started planning a birthday bash on a budget. It wasn’t easy, but I think we did a really great job.
The party was from 10am – 2pm on Saturday. It didn’t last that long, but it was certainly full of action. Just ask anyone who was in attendance.
At one point, I even thought I would die of embarrassment. No joke.
We got everything all set up, and people started arriving around 10:15 or so. The kids played on the playground right next to the pavilion, and the grown-ups chatted away. We started eating around 11 – hamburgers, hot dogs, and all the fixin’s.
A little after 11:30, some people show up with Sponge Bob decorations and tons of gifts. I started to panic, but I was glad I’d brought our reservation sheet with us. We had the pavilion from 9am – 2:30pm. I had a signature to prove it.
I went over to the lady that seemed to be in charge, and had my paper in my hand to show her that we had rented out the pavilion. I was not mean or condescending, just kind of “Hey, what’s up?” She freaks out. Refuses to produce her reservation paper, and someone in her party starts swearing. As I walk back to my party, refusing to start combat in front of half my church, I turn around and say, “Ok, the language can stop.”
2 minutes later, the lady in charge comes over to where I’m sitting and starts freaking out. She gets in my face and starts screaming. There I was, surrounded by family and church members. All I wanted to do was slug this woman. It took every ounce of strength in my body to keep from doing so. I bit my tongue and said nothing because I knew that I could destroy my testimony with just a few choice words.
I told the woman that I didn’t care if we shared the pavilion. We were only using half of it any way. But, the language needed to stop. That was all I said. That was all I could say, being the good Christian woman that I am. They went on with their party, and we went on with ours. Her kids kept crashing our party, and I kept sending them back to their side of the pavilion. At one point her son, the Birthday Boy, hit Ashley because she told him to stop taking our water balloons. I got so angry, I could have spit fire.
But, aside from all that hullabaloo, I think everyone at the party had a good time. I’m still so embarrassed by the scene that woman caused, but I handled it the best I could…. with half my church behind me.
We had a pinata, and the kids loved that. No one was injured or lost during the party, so I’ll take that as another plus sign. The food was plentiful and plenty good.
And I am vowing to never do this again………. at least for another year or so.
Here are some pictures of the decorations:
Closeup of a Monkey Cupcake
Happy Birthday Monkey Sign
As you can tell, all of the decorations were handmade – except the palm trees, which came from Dollar Tree. We used our own stuffed monkeys as centerpieces on all of the tables, and that was really all we did for decorations. I was really happy with the way everything turned out, and I was able to keep costs low and plan the party on a budget.
It was fun, but, boy, was I exhausted when it was all over!