Friday, 4 November 2011
When I was trying for a baby, I never even thought about planning for what month they should be born. It's not 'til after they're here in this bad old world that you realise that perhaps you should have thought ahead. For example, a feature this week claimed August babies are more likely to be binge drinkers, fail their exams and be bullied. I am happy to report, to parents of August babies that my nephew, who was born in the dreaded month, is studying in 6th form and is none of the above. My mum also, absolutely fine and an August baby. Actually, maybe fine is not the right word to describe my mother...anyway, I digress. My second baby was born in November, four days after my husband's birthday, two days after Halloween, and 3 days before Bonfire Night.
I should have planned it better.
THIS WEEK HAS BEEN HELLISH!!
I took the husband away for his birthday for a night to a lovely hotel (The Wheatsheaf Inn, Northleach, Cotswolds if anyone is interested - it's lush). So for a night I had to pretend to be a fun loving wife who was up for (more than) a laugh. When all I wanted to do was climb into the king sized bed and hide under the covers until spring. I am so tired. These dark nights don't help, do they?
We got back from night away on Halloween, so then it was pumpkins to decorate, lanterns to light, big spider to stick in the window, outfits on, trick or treating, hair wash, back to school.
Up early and back to doing two packed lunches, shoes, uniform, book bags. Yada, Yada.
I had one day before little girl's birthday to get a number 5 balloon, wrap the presents, bake 30 star shaped biscuits and tie in individual bags to hand out at school (WHO STARTED THIS RIDICULOUS THING OF HANDING TREATS OUT ON BIRTHDAYS AT SCHOOL? WHOEVER IT WAS, YOU ARE OFFICIALLY ON MY SAD FACE). Husband built the birthday bike whilst I was babysitting for a neighbour. Then it was up early doors for the excitement of present opening.
That was met with, 'Is that it?' once her presents were opened.
Spoilt and Madam were the words that initially sprung to mind. Perhaps it's the 5 year olds don't have the social graces to realise they should hide their disappointment at lack of presents. I manage most years on my birthday, however in a few weeks, I may say exactly the same thing after opening mine. 'Is that it?' and see how the husband and children respond.
Then, the husband had his tooth out on little girls birthday. Why would you? Meant the birthday tea I had planned went to the dogs (quite literally). I was so glad I rushed around to buy ingredients for Fajitas. Not.
I had one day to shop for the actual official party. You know what it's like. Cocktail sausages x100, cucumber sticks, children's entertainer, paper plates, pick up the hall key...blah de blah de blah.
I have 24 hours to go before the week long party extravaganza is over.
Next time I have a baby, I'm going to have it in August.
It'll be far too busy binge drinking to notice it's their birthday and anyway, all their mates will be on holiday.