It's My Party and I'll Stress if I Want To

I was so happy to have both my kids in the summer. Perfect for outside birthday parties. My mother has a double lot so it's an awesome place for parties. Except the stupid weather in this stupid area is never consistent with the season and I always end up in freak out mode days before the party. 

Cashs first birthday predicted rain and I had to scramble last minute for a tent rental, it never rained. We lucked out with the 2nd and 3rd parties, the weather was good so we had them outside. Harlow's first predicted rain so like a lunatic I looked all over and ended up renting the hall at the church I belong to, again it never rained. Yea yea I belong to a church but I never go, I probably should, Lord knows I need Jesus. 

This year is the 4th and 2nd birthdays. The beginning of last week the weather app said rain. The middle of the week it said sun. By Thursday it was back to rain and 61. In the words of Cash "That's it. I'm done with you!" What the fuck is the point of a summer fucking birthday if I can't even have the fucking party out fucking side?! I never have to entertain the monsters at my moms because there is so much to do, so I had no plans on how to keep them all the hell away from me. Luckily after stalking the church for 2 days, I was able to use the hall again. 

I threw my hat in and booked the hall for Harlows party too. The lady asked if I wanted her to pencil is in just in case it's nice out. Now, I'm on the phone with her at 10pm Friday night. I'm over tired, annoyed, on my period and ready to hulk smash something. I took a breath and said "Use pen. We're taking it no matter what". I wanted to say "Fuck this fucking weather. It ruins everything I try to plan outside. Book it. If I have to do this again in August I will absolutely lose my shit". I figured the church going lady would call the pastor and schedule an exorcism instead of letting me use the hall so keeping calm was probably best. 

Every year I stress. Every year I want to cry. I'm like Tori Spelling, my party planning idol, I like going overboad for every party. I stress for a month. Yet I never take WNY weather into consideration. I just assume the weather Gods, who by the way is definitely a bipolar bitchy woman, will like me and bless me with sunshine. But every year she shits on me, a big "Fuck you Amber". Lesson learned. I shall win the war with the weather Gods from now on. We will be at the church hall for every birthday. Take that!