The Easter Party of Doom

I have a great idea. Let's take a teeny tiny room, fill it with 12, 4 year olds, all of their parents, a bunch of craft materials, and me and my angry baby.

Oh yes, today was preschool Easter Party day. I loathe preschool parties. My angry baby was the center of attention. Probably due to her screaming and yelling. At one point about 5 of the kids had her cornered and were all talking to her. I tried to intervene saying, "Careful honey, she may bite you." "Please don't touch her, she'll hit." It was horrifying. Luckily, only one kid got slapped. After that, they all kept their distance.

When craft time rolled around, she was all up in the glitter and crayons and, yes, glue. There was glue there. I was trying so hard to glue that dang bunny with my son while keeping her out of the crayons and away from the glue. I was literally sweating. It was the ugliest bunny you've ever seen. I didn't cut it right, and it just had quick glops of glue on it. When we left, I tried to leave it behind but one nice mom brought it to me. A reminder of the day.

After the tantrum from coming inside dyed down, I decided I needed to make my getaway early. I grabbed finished crafts, plastic eggs and started stuffing them in my sons backpack. Fake Easter grass was spewing from every crack in his bag. I threw it on him and politely said my goodbyes.

Only one more party left. I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.