I was allowed a sleep in this morning. I wish I had a birthday more often. Because I could use a lot more sleep ins.
I even got a shower. Not on my own. I was accompanied by 8 year old. But still, don’t poo poo a shower! Besides, I releived my stress by brushing his now considerably long hair, which he refuses to get cut.
Eight year old then lise on couch, not feeling well at all, and calling for a bucket. “Mummy, I don’t feel well.”
I was as sympathetic as was called for; “Well, you can’t be sick. It’s my birthday and we’re going to do stuff I want. And that doesn’t include cleaning up your vomit.”
Grumpy then took me “somewhere nice” for breakky, which, as is standard, turned out to be crap. This time, not because of the kids, but due to the exorbident prices and crap food.
He felt bad.
Off we then went to the Salvador Dali exhibition, where Monkey Boy spent the first half informing me he “wanted to go home” and I distracted him by pointing out the weird shit in the paintings. Good weird shit. I love his paintings.
Home via the butchers, and I got a bit of quiet time while the boys whipped up dinner and a cake. Something I haven’t had for the last two birthday’s running. Godzilla wouldn’t let up, so Grumpy relented and let him help make one.
Chippie woke in a foul mood, so I go the job of cuddling him on the couch whilst Grumpy finished dinner off. He crawled up my body and rested his head on my shoulder – finally stopping the crying! Seconds later, I feel cold water poured down my back. He’s decided sipper cups (after spending a fortune on new ones) are for babies, and he’d prefer a big cup, thanks very much.
Namely, mine, that I did have close at hand. Sit him up, and before I can aid him in drinking, he tips the 3/4 full cup up, spilling it all over his face and front. Shocked by the cold, he throws the cup, upending it down my front, side and vagina.
What do you know, it’s not even Thursday.
Strip him off, sit to eat dinner (figure no point in me changing, because will probably only have to again anyway) have a bath and have happy birthday sung to me whilst being presented with a cake.
And a gorgeous watch!
Wonder if I can get them all in bed early so I can have some quiet time?
Whoops, too late!