Birthday Party Angst

This Saturday afternoon we've rented the picnic shelter at the local park for the Chunk's first birthday party. I realized early on that we were taking a chance with the weather but I figured that it would all work out one way or another. There is just nowhere in this little town to host a proper birthday party if you don't do it at home and I absolutely refuse to do it here at the rental, with its cramped rooms and horrible yard. And I am just adamantly against going to the local pizza joint (Spooky's) like everyone else because every party I have attended there has been hot and crowded with overpriced food and inattentive staff. Plus when I called to get information (as a last ditch effort to find an appropriate indoor party location) the girl I talked to gave me a hard time about letting the Chunk tear into a piece of birthday cake, because I think we can all assume he's going to make a mess - that is after all, the whole point.

I realize I'm coming across as a snob about all this. I can't help it. If it's my biggest flaw, I can live with it.

So anyway, now I'm stressing out. Last night the snow levels were down to 1000 feet. We didn't get any of the white crap here in the Gorge, but the fact that we feasibly could have has me on the verge of breaking out in hives. And now there's a chance of rain that day.

Now, we'll be under a roof and there is a huge stone fireplace that we can load up so I'm not sure why I'm having a mini panic attack, but I think that's just how I am - I get this picture in my head of the way my baby's first birthday is supposed to be and of course, it won't go anything like I imagined. I do realize that this doesn't mean that it won't be fantastic - of course it will be. It's just going to be different from what I had in my own little Amy world inside my own noggin. A bunch of people already have plans and commitments that day, and most of the little kids we know already have other things going on, which really bums me out.

All of that aside, we have a fabulous group of friends, neighbors, family, and coworkers that ARE coming and I know that it will be a special day for Chunk. After all, you only turn one once. Maybe I'm just emotional. I can't believe how fast the year has flown by. My baby's not going to be such a baby anymore!

*sigh* I just want my baby to have a nice party. I don't think that's too much to ask. And it better not frickin' snow or I swear I'll have a breakdown.