Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Are Fun Nights Really That Fun?

So I'm on this committee for a 6Th grade fun night. I signed up for purely selfish reasons. I wanted to go to Chicago with my child on a field trip. Possibly the last field trip I will be allowed to participate in as she is growing up and leaving me in the dust faster that I can count. So this is how it works they lure you in with the promise of a guaranteed spot on this field trip if you sign up to be on this committee. Being the push over I am I signed up. Perhaps push over is too light of a word. Perhaps sucker would be more appropriate. Anyway I signed up thinking "how hard can this be it's a sixth grade party." I should have known better, I thought I knew better, I was wrong.
So I was lured in at this prospect and then I was hung within an inch of my being once I got there. I have planned parties, I planned my entire wedding and reception. When I was a mere child I pulled off a surprise birthday party for my mother and then again pulled one off as an adult. I am a grown woman with party planning experience for crying out loud. I should be qualified to come up with a mere eight games decorate them and move on. I am not. The theme of this wondrous event for children who read a bountiful amount of books (3) is American Idol. Very difficult to come up with games for that theme with limited space, equipment, and electrical outlets. But we did it. We have everything (I think) pretty much ready for Friday night.
Here is the kicker the children you and so deserving of a party are apparently not deserving enough to party with their friends. They have been divided up into groups by teachers that they are to go from station to station with a guide like a bunch of foreign tourists to the White House. They aren't with their friends at all. In fact my child doesn't even want to go.
So my question....Are fun nights really that fun if you can't go to game when you choose, eat when you choose and in general act goofy with your friends and make memories you can laugh about later?
Oh and guess what? I get to do it all again in two years! And again in five years. I have met some nice people and as nut as this entire thing has made me and don't get me wrong I can't wait to get my life back. I will be excited to try my hand at again. I may be a glutton for punishment.

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