Clearly, I'm crazy.

Whirlwind. That's how I'd describe my life at the moment.  Crazy, stupid, out-of-control.  The only shred of normality is between the hours of 8.30am and 5.00pm.  Then, and only then, I can escape to the wonderful sanctuary of my office.

Here is a list of things NOT to do if you don't want some kind of crazy, messed up life:

1. Book a rollerskating birthday party for your son. 20 six year-olds barely know how to walk, let alone roller-skate.
2. Bake the Birthday Cake on the day of the party. You just know it's going to turn out crap, you just know it.
3. Under-cater with the Cheezels and the Fairy Bread. 20 hot and sweaty six year-olds will eat and act as if they've never seen food before.
4. Allow your father-in-law to attend the party. All the single ladies, all the single ladies.... were not safe in his presence, neither were the married ones.
5. Allow your husband to attend.  Enough said.

This is how a skate party should look. (Scott Baio!)

Next year I will know better and I will tell T-Man that he can have one friend (not the 'Time Out' kid or the richest kid in the class - I don't need that pressure!) to have a party with.  Harsh, I know but I really do believe my sanity is far, far more important than his Birthday Party happiness.

I thoroughly deserved the 1.5 bottles (Amiri - NZ Sauvignon Blanc) I drank when I got home that night.