Oh, The Joys of Being Married to a Party Planner...

Writing about the husband again... looks like a certain someone's back at Summer Camp! (High Schoolers this time). I mean, of course he'll read this eventually... but for now, I am like so safe... and I will relish in that safety. I'm about to type things I'd never type if he were sitting right next to me streaming a surf video on our pink couch. Right now I am only responsible for one child, who is sleeping (right behind her door because she refuses to fall asleep in her bed) and I feel incredibly free to exercise my 1st amendment right... (it's the 1st, right?)

The title of this blog is supposed to be read dripping with sarcasm, so if you didn't do that in your head- please start over.

Okay, perfect.

The thing is.... it must be hard to be married to be a party planner. If there's one thing I'm sure of- it's that. You're forced in to some weird stuff: wearing costumes, helping with crazy setups, entertaining every friend you've ever known (in costumes)... a lot of things a lot of men hate doing. But not Shawn, he mostly just hates the madness of Party Season. And this title could be so different if I was making boat loads of money planning parties. Because I know Shawn wants me to be doing something I love... he knows me well enough to know I need to be working... and who doesn't want to love what they're doing for work? But if I were making a salary he might be as supportive of my party planning dreams as I'm sure we both wish he could be.

But when you're living on dreams and wishes and hopes and desires for a could-be, would-be, potential, possible-it-might-maybe-one-day-happen career... well, it's harder to be supportive- and I get that, I'm no idiot... in my head I fully get that.

Back when I threw mellow parties... He longs for those days!

But my heart is another story. I have talked candidly before about the fact that would lose my mind as a SAHM if I didn't have this party planning gig as a creative outlet, or now, the blog as a side gig... My current problem, (and it's a big one) is that neither "gig" pays anything remotely close to the amount of work and hours I'm putting in to them. And that's hard because both gigs take up insane amounts of time. Time away from my household duties (we have bills? Crazy), time away from Shawn and time away from the kids...

The bottom line- the husband has hit his MAX with party season. I just ended 4 parties in 2 months (none of them stylized shoots- all REAL parties) and Shawn is losin' it. I knew that the Favorite Things party was going to push him over the edge... and it did. I succeeded at making him wish I never turned a year older. And he has all these reasons, these like real daily reasons he needs a break from the parties... He can't stand the mess anymore, he can't take the overflowing laundry anymore, the glitter everywhere, the lack of food in the fridge... You see: he's partied out... and he only attended one of those parties. SO sad.

This is what partied out looks like...

But all I keep thinking is that when I make it BIG I will have a nanny for all of those menial tasks... I mean, what party planner needs to be doing laundry?! Exactly.

And I wish I could deny his complaints, but when I'm in party mom mode (remember how I got my name?)- I have tunnel vision and cannot focus on anything other than creating a fabulous party and feeding and bathing my children. When Shawn gets home I am like, "Who is this guy and why is he entering the party zone?" and I've realized he doesn't appreciate it... I take for granted that he has thick skin and doesn't get annoyed with me too often... but let me tell you... the man has had enough, I'm surprised he hasn't started picketing my parties.

So I'm on Party Break I guess... a full on party break. And it sucks already. I have nothing to plan, no dollar aisles to browse, no themes to be excited about... just a bunch of parties I need to submit for features... that will someday-maybe-who-knows-who-might-see-it and get me a HUGE gig that would pay and make all of this piled up laundry worth it.

Party Break officially started this week and my close friends are all, "Why are you texting me again?" and I'm all... "Sheesh...let's hang out already, where have you been??" I mean, I've realized I'm totally that girlfriend that gets a boyfriend and forgets about her girlfriends. But my boyfriend is in the form of a Puppy Party. And I've fallen in love with the party and love is blind, okaaaaay? Deep!

And so my big epiphany this week is that I need to get a book deal, like STAT. I mean, I have parties and other things to write about- SO many things. My blog numbers are way up and I think the people like me. I promise you, my book would be SO funny... hilarious actually. I ALMOST always make you LOL like, ALMOST every time you read my blog... am I right, or am I right?! Plus- I have a book editor already. And on top of that, I have a freaking amazing book title... I mean, it's practically begging me to be written.

My second bottom line of this blog (the bottom bottom line) is that I need to make some money so that I can continue doing something I love that combines my parties and writing SO that the husband doesn't make Party Break: Party Death. If you love me at all... SOMEONE, somewhere- find me a book deal- will ya... I promise to include you in my thank you list. A TLC show will also do... I mean, have you SEEN me and my team on party day? Trust me, it's reality-worthy.

xo Party or Die xo 

(and let's write a book)

kenna