Baccalaureate.
Commencement was last night. It was beautiful especially since I got all my crying done at Baccalaureate. Now to get through this weekend. My yard looks like the circus is coming to town. 2 40X40 pole tents (one in front, one in the back) is insane, but necessary. It's a party for 5 girls. 280 out of 350 invited are coming. And that's not counting the afterparty and the ones who just show up. I'm going to sleep for at least one full night after this is done. (Lax starts Tuesday)
They put the tents up early because it's supposed to be stormy Friday right up to party time.
I have to say... stressing about this is a nice break from stressing about the world going to shit. (Not that I'm not keeping up)
My poor neighbors... who are all invited, of course. I mean... if you're in the neighborhood, stop by. Happy to have you.
It's the late party, so full dinner and bar. (And, hell yes, there's a bartender. This is not my first rodeo) Thankfully the other parents just let me get this handled and will write the check. And thankfully they're just as thankful that I know what I'm doing and no argument necessary. Tell me what the girls want, Moms edit, I'll get it done.
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