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Luckily, the parents were more than happy to pass their children into my welcoming arms and I bounced and patted the babies to high heaven while their parents took the precious moments of freedom to hurriedly wolf down a hot dog and used the restroom (no, they didn't chug a beer, that would be highly irresponsible). As a parent, getting an invitation to this type of party must have been golden. Instead of the "Will there be girls / guys there?" question of your early-20s, it's "Will there be childless adults there?" or "What's the child to parent ratio?"
On Sunday morning, I woke up aching in both of my arms and shoulders and hardly able to push myself out of bed. I consider myself pretty fit but apparently, juggling babies is not something that I have the upper body strength for. Mothers of the world, I salute you. Or would if I could regain the feeling in my arms.