So which 'Party Mum' are you?

You can tell a lot from a kid's party invitation.

At the top of the pile there are the embossed, glittery Yummy Mummy's Party Princess ones. They are numbered (by the nanny of course) 1 - 100 so that she can keep track of the numbers for the 5 entertainers that have been booked for the marquee in the garden. These are likely to contain a 'gift list' from Hamleys. Shudder.

Down slightly from that are the personalised cards which were pre-ordered by Organised Mum 6 months previously. They have each invitee's name printed on the front, a picture of the birthday girl \ boy inside and matching Thank You cards to follow.

Further down the list we have the pretty shop bought ones favoured by Slightly Insecure Mum. They aren't quiet as common as, but cost twice as much as....

Tesco's selection of 8 for €2.99 for Normal Mum.

Towards the bottom of the heap you then have the computer printed sheets of A4 with the obligatory coloured balloons on the front and Johnny's bad handwriting scrawled inside. Frugal Mum.

Finally for the real Slummy Mummy's there are the texts sent 2 days before the busiest bank holiday of the year.

Now I know what you're thinking. You're thinking I've forgotten to organise my little girls birthday party and had to resort to text aren't you?

Well shame on you. (And also - phew, because I actually haven't).

No. Kaya's 7th birthday party will take place next week and the invites have just been given out. The thing is though, I've always been a Tesco's 8 kind of Mum. Down-to-earth, normal, not too try-hard. We have parties at home with old fashioned party games and have banned party bags.

So the question is this: What on earth possessed me to hand-make 15 Hello Kitty invitations using 3 sheets of coloured card, copious amounts of glue and more time than I have to spare sticking black cardboard whiskers to a (once cute, now deeply irritating) white cat face? 

'Hey, are you copying me?'

Tell me. Please do because I actually have no idea whatsoever what came over me.

And let me also say this. If my daughter came home from school with one of those invites from someone in her class what would I be thinking?

I'd be thinking: 'Wow, Homemade Hello Kitty Invites. Well her Mum is obviously a total dickhead'.

It's too late now of course. I guess I'll have to make up for it with a really shitty party.



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