Oliver had a Halloween party tonight.
My sorry ass is still a week behind because of Bean being in the hospital, so I didn't get him the invitations until seriously late - like yesterday. And he only invited like 5 people.
I invited Connie and Miley and Ophalia and Dirty - basically all of me and Bean's friends that have kids.
Connie, Miley and Ophalia came. Dirty did not. He's Bean's friend, the girls are mine. My friends rawk.
Oliver did invite one school friend vocally a week ago, and he really likes him, so I called his mother and confirmed. So he had one school friend there.
He didn't really care that there was only one.. He had his 3 best buds in the same party - Connie's boy, the Beave and School Boy.
So we had this Halloween party.
I made pigs in blankets wrapped all mummy-like and chicken fingers that looked a little (if you squint and turn your head just right) like actual fingers. And a big ass cupcake (because I wanted to). ANd punches, both kid punch and very adult punch.
And I decked out the house.
And I bought favors and a shit-load of candy.
Alien (Oliver's biological father) made a creepy maze and bought us a fog machine and strobe light for said maze.
So this party was set up to be the party of the fucking year.
Oliver ran into the garage while running the maze and went to Perry, because he hurt himself. And Perry says:
If you're going to run into things then maybe you shouldn't do the maze at all
Y'all, Oliver is a little clumsy. And a lot emotional.
So when he trips over shit he wants a parent to coddle him.
I realize that he's almost 11, but really is too much to look at the injury and give him a fucking hug??
I found Oliver hysterical in the house, where he told me:
I thought this was going to be a fun Halloween party, but Daddy's here and he's ruining it.
He wouldn't have said that to Tallulah.
It's hard to ignore what he says when he's been my dad for 7 years.
I bet he never even liked me.
Normally, I'm pretty diplomatic and I try to just deflect not actively jump in, but Oliver was hysterical and this was a party he's been looking forward to for a year, and I had been drinking the grown-up punch for about 3 hours.
So I pulled Perry into my room (the only kid-free room) and told him that if he couldn't say something nice to my son to not say anything at all.
And you have no idea the level of self control it took to not kick him the fuck out of my house.