Weekend morning parties - hate. We had a lie in on weekends having refused to do clubs on weekends for this reason. Having to get up early and get out the door. No thanks.
Weekend afternoon parties - hate. Thanks for that. That's a whole family day that we can do fuck all with. Twats. Double twats when it's the second one that weekend. And honestly there was a point where it was weeks on end. Fuckers.
Mid week parties at 4pm or 5pm. No! Just no! That involves juggling and dashing around after school and DS did ever eat at parties anyway.
Friday parties. I hate you. That was pub night with my mates. 5 - 6.30. DS always came with and was good company. Don't ruin my one night of the week for me.
Saturday Evening parties. Can't go away as planned that weekend now. It was our anniversary. This doesn't work for us.
School holiday parties. No fuck. It's his best mate. We really can't miss it. Bang goes the holiday.
Sunday Evening parties. Hmmm actually this is the one time of the week we are always around and in a war between a party and countryfile, party wins. Thank you for not otherwise disrupting my life.
Genuinely as I say, you are always going to piss someone off and no one talks about the parents who appreciate your choice of time because they are drowned out by the moaners.