**UPDATED**
If they were limp noodles yesterday, today my arms are lead blocks. I think I’m seriously incapacitated. In fact, I’m quite sure I will be unable to make dinner tonight. I believe the most I can handle is lifting a glass of wine to my lips.
So yeah. I’m sore. But in a strange, sick way, it feels good. Thanks for all of your encouragement yesterday. I have lifted weights before, and I remember feeling this way pretty much after every workout. I like to lift heavy, and I only work out twice a week, so I’m trying to make it count.
And on a totally unrelated note, my son’s birthday party is less than two weeks away. Against my better judgment, we have decided to hold the party at a local park. You may remember my post about our household debate.
My husband wanted to have it here at our house and play some games outside, weather permitting, which, in November in Pennsylvania, is just ASKING for trouble, in my humble opinion, but maybe I’m just too pessimistic. I mean, it has been 80 degrees for the whole month of October, so maybe Al Gore is onto something after all.
Any-Who.
The backup plan? My BRAND SPANKIN’ NEW BASEMENT. (For which, carpet installation is scheduled for this Thursday. Woot!)
But the thought of ten 8-year-old-boys tracking in grass and mud and grinding cake crumbs into my brand new carpet is just a little bit more than my OCD can handle.
My plan? The Sportsplex. The boys can play their games indoors where it is guaranteed to be warm and dry, and the cake can get ground into THEIR cement floors, not MY carpet.
But my son and Husband are determined to have our own party.
So.
The compromise? The park. Husband says, we’ll tell the boys to dress warmly, we’ll play some games, have cake in the pavilion, and then send them along their merry way. No mess in my house. And no expensive, impersonal party planner.
Hm. I’m not convinced. What if it RAINS???? Huh? HUH? What about that?
I say we’re playing roulette with the weather forecast, but I’m outnumbered. So the park it is. The invitations go out today, so there’s no turning back now.
**Updated to add: Ericka mentioned asking my son what he really wants. And I did just that before we started filling out invitations. He really, REALLY wants to do it at the park. Weather and all. So be it!
Oh man, can I relate to this post. I got MARRIED outside and have planned several outdoor activities (just recently my son’s 13th birthday party.)
You are playing roulette. It’s scary. As in pit gnawing away at your stomach scary.
OK, with all THAT said, I don’t have any advice but to PRAY!!!!!!!!!Honestly. I’ve pleaded with God to give me good weather!
You could go with the outdoor park thing and as back up, have it inside. Yeah, ten 8 year olds is enough to freak even me out and I already have three. HHmmm. What does your son want??? He’s definitely old enough to give you input and I’d go with what he REALLY wants, then you know what? It’s off you…….. then pray………
So what if it rains? They are boys. They LIVE for mud, am I right??? Rainy kickball, mudsliding, water balloon fights — they’ll love it!
Well it is his birthday, and if it rains I bet the boys will have even more fun than if it is 80 and sunny. And you could always watch from the pavillion–you could get away with that right? Yeah, right. Have fun!
Best of luck to you on the weather front :-). I would buy a bunch of cheap umbrellas if it looks like rain and let them puddle splash…
Is there a picnic shelter? A place to light a bonfire or something? That’d be fun… like a campout. In case of rain, I mean. Sorry you’re still all noodley. That stinks. But yay for new carpet.
I think the park will be a nice compromise. And boys never care if they get dirty and muddy so no worries.
Good luck on the weather issue. I know what you mean about just not bearing the thought of all that on a brand new carpet. I wouldn’t be very much fun because I’d be too worried.
That weightlifting pain is good pain, isn’t it? Makes you feel all proud.
I will be hoping for the best for you when the birthday comes! You should post weather reports for your region on the day before!
Oh. Also? While I was on my trip? I was shopping with my mother and saw the shirt you wore to the Springsteen concert, and I told my mother, “This is like the shirt dcrmom wore!” Even scarier? My mother knew who I was talking about.
As long as he is happy with the choice, then I say live it up at the park. The boys will love it, not too much set up and most importantly your home stays “safe”! 🙂