I totally overslept this morning and was woken, just after 9am by the doorbell ringing and the sound of my Dad’s voice. I scrambled out of bed and downstairs but the house was a tip with a half empty wine bottle still sitting in the middle of the lounge floor, kids in pjs, Davies on xbox and me very clearly just out of bed. So that will have been stored away to be used against me no doubt :oops:. While I was tackling the kitchen and making tea for me and coffee for Dad the children came dashing in to ask when I was going to work and why Grandad was here so early to look after them! I explained I wasn’t working today and Grandad was here for social reasons and they wanted to know if there was anything else I could go out to do instead :lol:. We compromised and instead of kicking Dad out so we could go into town to the bank and then to the supermarket he came with us, which meant he could stay in the car with the children outside both banks meaning I didn’t need to try and find parking spaces. He also came to Sainsburys with us on the understanding that he got to stay and have lunch with us so Davies and Dad stayed in the car while Tarly and I whizzed round. It’s a pleasure taking one child to the supermarket when you’re used to doing it with two :).
Back home Davies and Dad chatted while Tarly helped me with the cheese scones and then Tarly went in the lounge with Dad while Davies and I made rice crispie cakes – by accident rather than design. I keep alluding to stuff going on with Davies and I will try and record it properly but it’s not much more than a combination of great tiredness and some sort of developmental leap coinciding I think. But he is struggling to get to sleep every night and regularly still awake at long gone 10pm, awake again by about 7am and looking more and more zombie-like daily :(. He gets more and more annoying, I get less and less even tempered with him and then he ends up all fragile and self-flagellating. Had a bit of a chat with him over rice crispie cake making but I think he needs some serious investment of my time next week and is struggling slightly with all the birthday fuss around Scarlett. And then because he knows that’s not fair when such a big fuss is made over him on his birthday he feels bad about having struggled and beats himself up over that too. Poor kid :(.
We all had lunch together, Dad left, the children stuck Happily Never After on that I’d got on dvd from work (it was the ill fated film week film that we never saw so we’ve been awaiting it’s dvd release eagerly) and I baked a cake – the very last one, which has had two circles cut from it to be sandwiched together and made into a miniature cake for Pink Teddy to hold. Tomorrow.
Scarlett’s scarlet red sparkly shoes had a mishap with a button coming off. She’s not officially been given them yet and not worn them out the house but can’t resist trying them on most days and prancing around in them for a while and during todays prance the button came off the strap. And couldn’t be fixed. Which meant a slight shoe emergency for tomorrow so we mercy-dashed to Tescos, fully expecting to not get a replacement. Not only did they have another pair I got Davies to choose a new top to wear to the party as he is rather lacking in smart clothes at the moment. They have 20% off clothing at the moment so due to the checkout girl refunding the shoes at full price and then sticking the jumper and replacement shoes through at 20% off we ended up paying just £4.20 for an £8 jumper 🙂 Hurrah!
Dashed home again and the children watched Shrek 3 while we all ate warm cake from the offcuts and cuddled up together on the sofa. Then I went off to get changed and as soon as Ady came home headed off over to Brighton. The weather was awful and standing right on the seafront in pouring rain and tearing wind isn’t anyone’s idea of fun but Ros had gotten there really early and was right near the front of the queue in with all the teens, making friends ;). The whole queuing thing was made a bit of a mockery of by a free for all to exchange tickets for wrist bands and dash up the stairs and a trip to the bar was foiled by them opening the doors but we managed to get standing spaces just four people deep back from the stage. I think we were standing there by about 645 and the support act came on at 8pm by which time our feet were already hurting and we’d started to lose our spaces as people pushed forwards. Also there had been two sisters, both Very Tall just infront of us and one left to collect a third who had just arrived and was even taller (must have been getting on for 6ft) so we had the Three Tallest Women In Brighton stood right infront of us. They were decked out with sparkly nailvarnish and fluffy whistles but I don’t think the one infront of me even shuffled from one foot to the other let alone put her hands in the air like she just didn’t care 😆 We needed emergency supplies of water, chocolate, mints, a shorter coat that I could have tied round my waist instead of having to hold over one arm and midgets infront of us but all was forgotten when Mika finally came on stage around 9pm and played for an hour and a half one of the best concerts I’ve been to. He was a real showman, excellent live and being so close to the front we really felt like part of the show, screaming up at the mike when he thrust it into the crowd. It was ace :). The finale was Lollipop which started with a shadown puppets show and ended with giant balloons dropped into the crowd followed by confetti and streamers. Oh the camp-ness of it all, pure pop and fantastic with it!
There was the usual massive queue for the paystations in the carpark and then the gridlock to get out of the carpark at all so I finally got home around 1145pm. Ady, bless him, had run me a bath, poured me a glass of wine and cooked dinner and waited for me so I had a quick soak, removed confetti from my underwear, gratefully downed my wine and troughed my curry. 🙂 Thanks Ros, it was a fabulous evening xxx
I’ve managed to burn a cd of all Scarlett’s current favourite requested songs and all that remains to do in the morning is make sandwiches and ice the mini cake before heading to the hall to set it all up. I’m looking foward to it; Davies’ parties are always a triumph of organisation and weeks of fretting with a focus on crowds and hype, Scarlett’s seem to be more personal with less for me to get involved in on the day. And not having any houseguests afterwards may well be a very welcome change too much though I enjoy having people the idea of collapsing infront of X factor tomorrow night is rather attractive :).
That sounds like a brill night but I don’t think I could do that kind of concert experience any more. Last act I saw live was Joan Armatrading, where I was positively youthful and everyone sat down. Gone are the days when I queued ALL day to see Bowie at wembley and got home at dawn.
Hope S’s party is a good ‘un. I’d have loved to have seen that cake devoured!
L is going through a similar tricky patch as D – and, I think, for similar reasons. He managed to aggravate another child on a kids’ club trip the other day, in the back of someone else’s car, and ended up getting bitten! I swing between utterly exasperated with him and then lots of sympathy. Our kids are like a tag team, when one is fine the other has to give us something to worry about.
goodness allie is he ok? i thought they only did the biting thing at toddler age!
hope Scarlett enjoys her party, look forward to the pics!
Oh, he’s fine. He asked child to stop loud ‘singing’ and other child did it louder. L put his hand over other child’s mouth, so other child bit his finger. I was sympathric to a degree, but if you try to cover someone’s mouth then that’s invading their space pretty violently and you can’t be surprised if they retaliate. Honestly, for such a verbal child, Leo can resort to the most stupid alternatives when he could, so easily, just put a better argument. Ho hum. He needs a break from enforced socialising!
Hope you have all had a fab day. Look forward to seeing photos 🙂