Another Party....?

Okay, it's official... Big D and I do not have lives. I just checked our calendars and they are filled to the max with birthday party after birthday party...and no, we're not talking about crazy booze filled evenings. We're talking Sunday morning brunches with thirty other whining and screaming one, two and three year olds. Our weekends look like this from now until September. And at that point, they start a new school year with new friends and new invites. It's not that I'm not grateful that my children are included, it's just that I want a life. I love my kids, but I need my groove back, at least for one Sunday afternoon. Tomorrow, we're triple booked...three parties in one day, and I really don't know how Jam will fare. Mudd is still really little so we can still pretty much tote him anywhere. But Jam...so many children, so many opportunities to push. I hope that he calms down with that business already. Today I caught him pre-push. He looked petrified when I caught his arm about to shove the absolute sweetest little girl at our friend's house. Whew, that could have been nasty. I'm on guard with Jam, but I think I am asking way too much of him for tomorrow. Maybe Big D and I will split the parties between the two boys, or maybe I'll let Big D hang with his guys and I'll go see a movie?