Mother Guilt: affliction that induces fits of panic and hysteria leading to maneuvers like purchasing a $40 Barbie cake and throwing a massive birthday party with only a few days notice. Mother guilt can only be cured by a happy outcome and even then some lingering feelings of general crappiest-mother-in-the-world-itis may be present. 
Less than 1 week of planning, 1 Barbie cake, 1 Dora pinata, 31 guests, 3 snack platters, 3 lbs of BBQ meatballs, a massive pan of cheese enchiladas, potato salad, fiesta corn, 3 dozen juice boxes, 2 lbs of candy, etc… Yet in my mind Tessa’s 3rd birthday will still live on as the massive family puke fest of ‘06 with a side smattering of postponed Disney trip. Sigh.
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Oh quit! She isn’t going to remember what she didn’t do, she’s going to remember the cool Barbie cake, a crazy pinata and 35 of her friends and family giggling and carrying on! Give yourself some credit.
Aw, but look at those photos. Look at how happy they are. At least they got to have a party. Kids in China, blah blah blah….
It looks like you did a great job in such a short time!