Sucktacular Saturday

Well, as grand as Friday was, Saturday was pretty sucktastic.

We had two parties to go to-- one at the Magic House for one of Liv's kindergarten classmates, and one with some friends of mine who work, like me, part-time at the Y. She teaches on the side-- one of her classes is at the same time as one I teach. We play off each other very well. They are both hysterically amusing and their kid is both awesome and our babysitter. Anyway, suffice it to say I was really looking forward to Joe and Julie's party, particularly since we are somewhat starved for adult-friendly outings.

Then, Liv proved incontrovertibly that she is, in fact, a five year old.

She completely melted down at the birthday party. Wouldn't play, wouldn't talk, wouldn't eat. Couldn't be convinced to behave in any way close to civilized. She pouted. She stuck her hands in the cupcakes. She glared. AND, of course, I could not take her home early because I'd promised to drop a neighbor kid off on the way home.

So, yes. When we got home, Little Miss Meltdown went right to sleep and we missed the party. Sometimes being a grown-up just sucks.