Penguin Party: Emme is 3!

I thought the perfect theme for Emme's party this year would be Penguins! She loves them! First, I had to get the perfect cake. Luckily I met someone at church who makes amazing cakes! She exceeded my expectations!

As for the party, well, the turn out was great! I think the kids had a good time. There were bounce houses, a dance floor, bubbles, and games.

But, here is the rest of the story...

When I picked the location for Emme's party, I practiced my nonjudgmental approach to the world and overlooked the gravel road and herd of goats I had to pass in Prosper to get there.

I based my decision on Emme's joy with the dance floor, bounce houses and games. I should have listened to my internal critical parent that said "Seems like a bit of a dive...the owner seems a bit challenged...it is hot in here, even though their explanation is an unusually large pizza order in the last 20 minutes" but no, I listened to the part that said "He is trying...she is giggling...I am sure the kids will like it"

Well, the "food room" did not have enough breaker capacity for lights AND the PLUG IN AC units, yes, PLUG IN. The "party helpers" had to be the challenged owners kids by his first cousin. My pregnant friend was still recovering from heat exhaustion 3 hours later. I considered having an ambulance on standby like the cowboys do during training camp.

Half the people that came are new friends from church and they know very little about me. Having recently had oral surgery requiring a wait time for my crown, I have a slight issue...I am a toothless, single mom, new to the church with the goats and inbreds at the birthday sauna sealing the deal of the most likely conclusion...yep, white trash. I told the owner it was his fault if I had to undo the understandable conclusion that I was "white trash and the purse was fake after all!" (people talk about such things)

I ripped into him for 15 minutes, after all the church people left of course. Wouldn't want to cement the conclusion, even though I kept my bra on, and didn't cuss.

So, that's the story. Emme didn't seem to care, but I am still horrified.