For the first time Boo is not having a birthday party.
For those unwares, check out October/November of my blog every year and you will see that this is a Very. Big. Deal.
Every year I throw a huge party for every kid that has been in screaming distance of Boo for the school year to thank them for being freaking awesome.
Boo loves these parties and stimms the shit outta them until the kids arrive. Then he accepts the gifts and goes and locks himself in his room, leaving me to entertain 40+ kids and make sure they have the BEST! TIME! EVER! with food fights and water fights and awesome goodybags so they will turn a blind eye when Boo pulls his shirt over his head, or screams blue murder cause a door squeaked, or decides that this is the day that he will spend the entire day hitting himself and making weird noises, and concentrate on the awesome bits of Boo.
Which there are many. Once you get over the noise.
The invite requests usually start around the first day of school and it is not unusual for a parent to request a child be placed in Boo’s class so they can learn tolerance and acceptance and be invited to the BEST! PARTY! EVER!
But now he is in high school things are different.
The kids are different.
And instead of trying to please the teachers by getting to know the weird kid (and then adoring him of course) they are distancing themselves lest they be teased.
High School Sucks.
Don’t get me wrong, the kids are generally really nice to Boo and elected him form level captain cause they really do like him and want to see him happy. En Masse that is. They just don’t want to hang around with him.
And really, that is cool cause Boo aint too interested in teenagers politics. He would rather draw or wander around reciting movie scripts.
So I decided against throwing him a party this year because:
a) He loves the planning part and the decorations and the food and the excitement but isn’t too interested in the actual being with people part.
b) We still get our planning and decorations and food and excitement fix with Moo’s 21st (for those new round these parts, Moo and Boo’s birthdays are a day apart. FABULOUS planning on my part. Clearly nothing on tv nine months beforehand)
c) In order to invite everyone in screaming distance that means inviting his entire form level at TWO SCHOOLS equalling a couple of hundred kids and I am pretty sure you need a permit for that shit.
and d,e,f,g) he would be happier with a bucket of KFC and I quite frankly I really don’t want to reward kids for dissing my kid even if it is completely understandable and I was a teenager once and Boo doesn’t even notice and BLAH BLAH BLAH.
So this year I will send cupcakes, and goodybags left over from last year, to his Specialist School, leave up all the decos from Moo’s party – even though it will KILL ME to do so and not clean it all up immediately – and Boo can do what ever the fuck he likes for his birthday.
Cause that is what birthdays are all about. Right?