Last night, on the way home from an Epiphany party, one apparently introverted 5 year old complained:
“All we do is party, party, party -“
It is a rough life.
“We’re done!” I interrupted her. “No more parties for all of January.” (Oh. Except for my husband’s promotion tomorrow – minor social event – not really a party, right?) “Now, we’ll just do school, school, school.”
“Oh…”
That’s right. Work hard or play hard. No time to sit around and stare at the walls.
Heh. May it be an unpartylike month.
It’s a hard-knock life for the party goers.
Promotion, Congratulations!
congrats on the promotion>r