By the time you’re reading this I will be drowning in a sea
of 9 and 10 year old boys as the first birthday party of the weekend takes
place. The banners have been purchased
and blu-tacked to the wall. The party
bags are filled and waiting for distribution and there are enough chicken
nuggets and pizza in the freezer to feed an army. The only thing still proving
quite a challenge are the age 10 balloons which are still sitting on the
mantelpiece, refusing to expand no matter how hard I blow into them and may
quite possibly result in me having several burst blood vessels in my eyes if I
persist.
No amount of gentle persuasion or, out and out bribery,
could convince my two birthday boys to share a party so the house will most
likely, over two days instead of one, resonate noise levels not heard in these
parts…. since last year anyway. My own personal saving grace is that tomorrow’s
party also entails a trip to see Captain America, Civil War. As my baby still
requires frequent access to my bosoms, I can bow out of this part completely
guilt free. Never have I felt so glad to
be restricted!
I can dawdle and ponder my good fortune no longer, as the
first lot of party attendees arrive shortly and the balloons still need to be
wrestled with. Time to batten down the hatches and get ready for a boy
invasion! #maytheforcebewithme #ihatethesebloodyballoons #mamatude
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