On Halloween I arranged for my boys to do trick or treating with their friends. I decided it would make things a bit easier for the mums if we all met in one place first and went together so no one got left behind, our house seemed the obviously choice. As we were setting off at about 6 I figured I would make a few pizzas for all the kids before we left and even put a few decorations up. However it was NOT mean to be a party. I am not a party throwing mum. Yet there I was with 8 boys sat in my dinning room eating pizza, crisps and sweets (oh so healthy) in fancy dress costumes screaming, shouting and laughing, surrounded by decorations and asking to play games. It was at this point that I realised I had accidently thrown a Halloween house party for my kids and I was pretty sure they had instgated the whole thing. It was also at this point that I realised that the other mums and my neighbours clearly thought I was going to be the party throwing mum for the ret of their primary school years. What have I done!
Despite the instant headache that arrived with 8 boys high on sugar I was actually pretty relieved at what I heard, albeit far louder than it needed to be. Not the laughter and the joy of friendships being shared and memories being made, although obviously that is important too, but I was actually relieved to hear the gross, disgusting topics of conversation that were taking place between the kids around the table. Don’t worry I haven’t finally drowned in this sea of blue I find myself in and moved to the dark side of gross boyness, instead I was simply relieved to hear that all the boys were talking and laughing about trumps, bums, poo and who kissed who in the playground.
Apparently this is normal (albeit disgusting) boy talk. My boys are not actually any more gross or disgusting than my friend’s boys. Sorry ladies but your kids are gross too. It’s like toilette humour for the under 7’s and as much as I hate the whole “my trump smells better than your trump” talk and the “you’re a poo head” name calling, on this occasion I was relieved to hear that it wasn’t just my boys that instigated these conversations and that there is still a small chance that I can raise my rude little monkeys into the gentleman I dream they will be.
So although I do not ever want to be crowned the party throwing mum, I am on this occasion happy I accidently threw a Halloween House party for my boys and their friends.
If you’re throwing a party, Halloween or Christmas then check out this house projector as it is a really quick but effective way to make the house look decorated.