ita, you weren't the first with the WRONG comment (it's a dairy, not a meat producer.) I was just waiting for my friend down the block to comment on my fb post and sure enough, he did. And his wife pointed out he wanted to name her rabbit Stu. He is a big tough republican lawyer who posts feminist and pro-gay marriage stuff and will unapologetically wear a tiara on his bald head for princess tea parties with his daughter and her friends while we drink wine on the porch. And let us share the photographic proof. I like Erik.

Yeah, 30 kids was a lot. 30 kids with 8 lanes of bowling and heavy balls and an inability to understand the concept of turn taking was overwhelming.

But, I teach 50+ kids in most of my periods for 7 periods a day. Shouldn't I be immune to that? Granted, 17 year olds are way less energy then 6 year olds with bowling balls.

oh yeah, he did NONE of the things he was to do. He dumped the pizza crust from one dirty plate into the sink and then put that plate balanced ON TOP of other ones in the dishwasher. I just took that plate, one other, a spatula and the trash from the frozen pizza into his room and set them on his dresser. He went to bed without eating and without shower.

I am of a mind to set his alarm, but not get him up and leave him home if he is not up and ready in time for church.

6 year olds with bowling balls

Wow, you're brave.

Amy, it was hilarious. I think the kids had a great time, but they did not understand the concept of bowling two rounds, nor of taking turns. So as soon as the pins were set up, some kid would swoop in and throw a ball down the lane.

The poor alley! I'm sure my kids weren't the first to be nuts nor will they be the last. It was just pretty fun.

30 is a ton. I went by the rule of - no more kids than the age of the chid. So in the years mac had an actually party we had about 6-8 kids is all. He wants 3 kids over this year.

The poor alley! I'm sure my kids weren't the first to be nuts nor will they be the last. It was just pretty fun.

Oh, definitely not. I've been to bowling parties with kids that young -- in fact, Ben had one, but I can't remember how old he was. Little kids with enormous bowling balls = never not funny.

Well, we rented the whole alley (all 8 lanes) as our local place doesn't have open bowling -- it's all parties. So having 10 kids or 50 kids it all costs the same. The issue is that Noah and Grace are in different classes so we don't have just one set of friends but we have 2 plus girl scout friends and preschool friends.

I spent a week baking and I used 5 lbs of butter and probably 3 lbs of sugar and flour. Grace was super thrilled which I always love.

K says that next year we aren't doing something this big and crazy. That's what she thinks.

Little kids with enormous bowling balls = never not funny.

Absolutely! And Grace? Give the CP kid a bowling ball. Actually, what was extremely touching is how so many of her friends tried to help her. Adorable.

We requested no gifts (which is tacky, I know) and asked for books which we will donate via Milk & Bookies to UCLA Mattel Children's Hospital. All the kids got stickers that say I DONATED and cool buttons. The gift bags were cookies and a chocolate bar. All in all, pretty low key. Except for the nutso baking.

the kids had a great time,

All that matters. That and you will recover eventually.

msbelle, it is like you are channeling me! One summer in college, I had a housemate who'd leave a holy mess on the stove and sink. Greasy flat skillet, fat splattered everywhere. 'Fatman' burgers, he called them.

I worked 6 am -2ish. He worked a shift that had him gone when I finally got home, and asleep when I left. I'd come home to that shit.

After several patient lectures, I just started placing the dirty dishes IN HIS BED. Mind you, he had a lab-basset mix, too. I liked that dog. We bonded watching AbFab and MST3K.

Between the sheets ruined to grease (he was a slobby boy, he didn't care that much) and when Louise decided to shred the sheets and get to work on the mattress for the grease that had soaked in (he did not like replacing the mattress when she unveiled the coils,) I got him to clean up after himself by the end of the summer.

I really don't like a gross kitchen. I will get ruthless.