8th May - 32 Today (in my head anyway)!

A mother with school aged children does not have birthdays - she has a day on which she was born! For me, this morning involved having to wake up earlier than usual so that the one who gave birth to me could have her morning Facebook chat with me.  Our usual time slot was taken up with having to go to school earlier to take the Short One to his first school musical rehearsal. 

The husband served me my usual morning coffee but with a smile instead of the usual 'take this cup off me quick I have to go to work' look.  And Long Legs did not give me my usual grunt but I in fact got a cuddle and card and a very polite request to play the X-Box before school as it was my birthday ha ha!  Errrr that will be a no cos we have to go to bloody school early!!!

My mother had sent the boys some comics in my birthday parcel so whilst opening my presents I was rather unceremoniously shot in the eye by a Spiderman shooter toy.  The Short One burst into tears and I tried to keep him calm whilst checking the eyeball was still in place.  At least some things never change eh?

The usual morning rants ensued 'why are you playing Lego and not putting your shoes on?', 'why are your glasses in the middle of the Lego and not in your bag?' etc etc.  We got in the car to see that the petrol gauge was on 'if you get out and push me we'll get to school just about'.  Then I came home and my resolve not to do any washing today failed miserably within minutes and by 8.15  I was taking one load off the line and putting another load back on. 

I cleaned up the usual morning detritus of the boys' breakfast.  I then noticed the husband had left a medicine bottle - empty - on the chopping board as a message to me that we needed more.  So I made myself another pot of coffee and decided to make the best of the day on which I was born!

Not that I am complaining.  Long Legs made several paper planes and gave me a detailed run down of what an RAF Concorde would look like.  I just had to kiss him.  The Short One came home telling me his part in the pirate musical is as the ship's barber/doctor.  If he doesn't cut hair, apparently he cuts parts of bodies off that are sick.  And I got to make my own birthday cake with a cup of tea and chat with the mother whilst discussing UK politics.  It's Friday.  It's my birthday. Time to just dance!  Til tomorrow x