― J. Sidlow Baxter
My son wanted an end of school water party. So we got one all set up. Sent out invitations. And then I was notified by the water company that due to construction they would be turning my water off the next day-the day of the party. So I ran to the dollar store and bought more water balloons and some squirt guns and some prizes so we could do more of a game challenge than a free play on the slip-n-slide and water balloon fights. Did I mention I came down with one of those awful summer colds?
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Then I went out front to put a PARTY sign up and the construction company was digging a huge hole at the end of my driveway. Totally blocking all sign of my house with their huge trucks.
You cannot script a disaster like this. I just typed a text to postponed the party when the first little boy arrived, so now I was on. The little boys did not want to play games-mostly one little trouble child that if I had known more about I would not have invited him-so instead of fighting-I let them play. They ran out of water and balloons rather quickly. 300 water balloons does not last long with little boys. Just in case you are ever wondering.
I have survived. The party is over. I am going crawl in bed with my pajamas and some chicken noodle soup- that will soon be ready.
Thinking back I just want to laugh. One thing after another! But I just rolled with it and did what I could. Last year this would have thrown me for the biggest loop. Today I overcame.
Goodnight...
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