Last weekend, the Valentine baby quietly and without fuss turned sixteen ...
... followed five days later by the youngest child turning eleven and celebrating with a bowling party. We took nine boys to the local bowling alley for some fun with the pins, then brought them all back here for party pies, watermelon and birthday cake. The birthday boy pronounced it an 'excellent' day and the whole thing ended up far easier than I'd been imagining.
I had been stressed because two days of work immediately prior to the party had meant I'd done absolutely no preparation beyond sending out the invitations and booking two bowling lanes, but I rose at some ungodly hour on the day itself and managed to bake the cake, tidy the house and direct the laying out of all the food before the hordes arrived. (I did have to ice the cake after the first guests had turned up [early!] and totally botched the first batch, so under the watchful eye of a mother far more experienced in culinary matters than I, made a second batch and successfully smothered the cake with chocolate icing and then strawberries).
Oh. Here's a little tip if you find yourself stressing that you don't have enough time to finish everything: get some extra adrenalin into your system by ensuring that an enormous black spider leaps out of your towel and runs up your shoulder as you step from your morning shower. Works wonders at quickening the blood, believe me.