9th May - Post Birthday Blues

So the problem for me with trying to celebrate your birthday like a grown up - i.e. stay up past usual bedtime, eat and drink too much and expecting children to go to bed quietly so you can watch a film from start to finish, is that it ends in tears.  Every year on my birthday, Long Legs plays up something chronic. He is not a child who reacts to changes in routine as much as he did when he was a toddler but my husband's attempts to lavish attention on me are just too much for him.  I'm hoping for any future love interest of his, that I can subtlety indoctrine into him the fuss and attention us girls love and deserve!

The Short One had his moments too, just to ensure he wasn't left out.  Husband ran me a beautiful, candle-lit, oil infused bath which the Short One insisted he got into with me.  He practically screamed that he had to get in with me.  But first he had to blow out the candles because he was scared of the dark.  Then, despite me telling him bath was filled with oils, he insisted he would be fine, only to remark that he 'didn't think it would as slippy as I said'.   

Husband meanwhile is also running around making me a curry, with home-made bread (his speciality) and I am slowly losing the will to live, never mind celebrate my birthday!  I had gone to the cinema earlier that day on my own (I just presumed all my friends would be working only for several of them to tell me off for not inviting them), anyhow, I felt like a bit of a sad-sack being at the cinema on my own.  But at the moment when a child invades your bath, blows out your candles and your other child is heard screaming because he resisting going to his bedroom, you tend to remember those moments of being alone rather fondly.  Off topic, I went to see Pitch Perfect 2 and the rival vocal group were called Das Sound Machine - or DSM for short - wasn't meant as a joke but us ASD parents get it?!

So we soldiered on, we ended up eating late, my husband kept trying to fill my glass with bubbles only to find it still full - a child sharing your bath tends to take the moment away.  We put on a film only for one child or other to keep coming upstairs for something.  Finally, we attempted to put them to sleep so we could watch this blasted film and something sounding like a bomb going off kept occurring, it was just Long Legs letting his feelings be known that he was not impressed that Daddy was trying to give me special attention.  I kept my cool and kept going in to him and tried very patiently to get him to see sense.  Eventually he did.

However, this morning, with an early OT appointment for the Short One which I have said I will take him to, I am extremely tired and am not feeling like somebody who was given a special, relaxing birthday evening.  Tomorrow we get to enjoy all this fun over again when theoretically I get a special day for Mother's Day!  Can't wait... Til tomorrow x

ps OT costs going in the yearly total!