Living The (Estrogen) Life

I've been anxious about a certain birthday party that Tatum was invited to for the last 6 months.  Yes, 6 months.  It was a spa party ... for 4 year olds.  Rather than go into the politics of birthday parties and all their ante-upping I'll say this:  

Tatum had a mask, a manicure, a spa pedicure, a professional hairstyle, and professional "make-up," all while wearing chenille robes and getting catered to with light-up cups full of marshmallow-decorated smoothies.  Indulgent, yes.  Did she need a mask to smooth her flawless skin?  Of course not.  But I'm putting the breaks on judging.  We're all just parents trying to do the right thing.  

I've over thought the event for all these months, and when it came down to it, the party was for a friend, not for Tatum.  It was their choice to choose the day for their daughter.  I'm 99% sure they don't read my blog, but I want to be careful not to bash the day.  I had thoughts of this, but the truth is, it was sweet and the birthday girl had fun.

The price tag I can't imagine.  But Tatum eased my fears with this:

Manicurist (applying glitter on tiny fingernails):  "Would YOU like to have a party like this one day?"

Tatum:  No.

And just like that, we can go back to the likes of pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey.

In other news, Mom had an indulgent Mom's Night Out too.  We saw Sex and the City.  All I can say is, it felt good to be a part of the buzz.  The theatre was packed with dolled-up, Cosmo-drinking women with Hall Passes to get out, and out we did.  I'm a sucker for an easy story line and a happy ending, so my vote, go see it.  

Looking beyond the cliches of fairy tales, overpriced shoes and product plugs, and looking beyond the shoulds and should nots of birthday party etiquette, here's the thing:  We had fun.  

I tend to over think everything and lose the moment in the process.  Yesterday was all Cyndi Lauper-like because really, "Girl's Just Want to Have Fun."  And sometimes, that's just fine.