I must note that I was thinking clearly enough to dress to impress with my maxi skirt and my new jean shirt. At least I had that going for me.
Soon the boys started flooding in. There were games to be played and energy to be burned, but somewhere between the deafening roar that I couldn't even talk over and everyone smashing their cake in their own face, I realize that I had lost all control. At this point, it would have been nice to wake up, but there was no mercy for me; the dream went on. I tried to remedy the situation. Play a fun game or two, but I was out numbered. The simple words of "mob mentality" and "wild animals" kept going through my head. At one point, I took my dear 9 year old aside and told him to calm down. That caused the birthday boy to cry if he wants to and he removed himself from the party and went outside and after I had gathered everyone together he still said he wasn't ready to come in. So, feeling panicked and alone, I sent them all out to join him. That actually remedied the situation and they all began playing.
Luckily the dream took a turn for the better when Glenn arrived home from school and things calmed a bit. (My maxi skirt must not have sent the message of authority.) Glenn and I had a small pow wow while they opened presents in compete chaos, but at least they were contained in one room. That's when we reached for our Netflix dvds. We thought National Treasure would be a good movie - not too babyish. Turns out it had a huge crack down it. Our only other option was Mighty Ducks 2. Despite being made in 1994, it turned out to be a winner and after breaking a pinata (where no one got hurt) and the movie, I feel things ended pretty well. I was alive. All the children made it out alive - which became the prayer of my heart during the night. Our house was a disaster, but it was still standing. Things could have been worse.
This is the point that you would imagine that I woke up. But as you have probably guessed, this dream was not a dream at all. It was my life. It was an event that spurred many internal reflections on whether or not our family is going to do birthday parties. Ever again. Yes, if my children wonder what happened to birthday festivities in the Small Home, I will tell them of that night, that dark, dark night when I thought I could handle a million little boys all on my own. How I will always remember that night!