Birthday parties for my kids. I hate them.
Every year I tell myself that I will have it a venue and pay someone to do everything so all we have to do is show up, have fun, and go. But instead, this vain, overachieving part of me starts looking at all of the things I can do to show off and before it is over with I am up until 2am decorating whimsical cupcakes and then up again at 5am to finish making snacks and party favors. Days and weeks of planning. For a 90 minute party. For a toddler who really just wants ice cream.
I have issues.