March is like hell month here in the Kaos household. We handle hell well, we try to have fun with it but it’s still hell. That’s just what happens when you pile birthday on top of birthday multiply it by 16 and throw in family medical emergencies, Nana’s visit, arts & crafts overload and 17 parties for good measure. We like visiting the hell that is March, but we don’t want to live here.
So it is with a sense of relief that I start to poke my head out of my protective shell and look around… is it over? Are we there yet? April anyone?
Not yet. Almost. So soon I can taste it.
We have one more big March happening. One more big ruckus. A big bash. The birthday party.
THE BIRTHDAY PARTY.
The one where K and 9 friends will dress up like super heroes and hurl big round objects down 62 feet of glossy hard wood while trying to knock over 10 pins. Oh yeah people, we’re taking a field trip to the bowling alley WITH SUPER HEROES.
Do all those capital letters make me sound excited? I am. I really really am. I’m not sure if I am more excited at the prospect of once again donning my bat girl ensemble or seeing K in her new wonder woman get up. It could be the thought of all those little kids in super hero disguises or the pitchers of beer and taco pizza. I know, we’re not just normal crazy, we’re super crazy. You get used to it when you’ve lived your entire life that way.