No Longer a ‘Youngster’?

Today is my birthday. I am another year older and wiser and just wanted to say a few words to the masses (or the 12 or so people who read my blog everyday. For which I am very grateful by the way! :))

My lovely homemade cake from Waitrose

My lovely homemade cake from Waitrose

I remember when 30 sounded old and 40, well that was truly ancient. Now, 40 is young, 50 distinguished and 60, just fun. When people tell you to enjoy every moment of your children because they grow so fast, I now fully understand. It is definitely wise advice. Though you see them everyday, they change before your eyes in such a way that you don’t always notice. Not only am I growing at a seemingly alarming rate, but so too is my son.

That said, I very happy to say I got ‘ID’d’ last week for a cheeky alcohol purchase in Sainsbury’s. It wasn’t a half hearted ID either, as the cashier made me present my driving licence in front of a busy queue of shoppers! I was thrilled! A bit embarrassed, but ultimately very pleased! Apparently, without any sleep and make up I look under 25. I will happily take that, thank you very much.

So as I sit here on the sofa feeling rather sorry for myself due to lack of sleep, a poorly little lad and definitely less birthday messages then I received last year, I find myself in a mood for contemplation.

Things have changed, I am no longer a ‘youngster’ and here’s how I know that:

– I listen to Magic FM. Whilst driving into London the other weekend for a night out, I switched off both Radio 1 and Capital, preferring the soothing tunes of Magic to gee me up for a night on the town;

– Hangovers last 2 days now and on that note, I really can’t handle going out two nights on the trot!;

– I NEVER go out in high heels without a pair of flats in my handbag. This does of course rule out clutch bags;

– I feel the cold. I swear when you are younger, you don’t feel the cold. I don’t think I even owned a coat at uni and certainly never used to take one with me on a night out. Now I never leave the house without one;

– I have spent my whole birthday cleaning up sick, changing nappies and worrying about my Baby B who spent the whole of last night being sick everywhere;

– I haven’t had a glass of wine yet and it’s almost 5pm!

So as I welcome any comments making me feel better with remarks of how young I actually am, I realise that I actually don’t want to be 20 year old singleton, in heels and skirt in December, or being drunk two days on the bounce, and dancing all night to Garage Anthems. I actually love being a 31 year old mum, in flats, and trackies, drinking herbal tea and dancing all day to I am a shape and Tree Fu Tom!

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Can we talk about – Children’s Birthday Parties

So Baby B is 19 months old and we haven’t been to many children’s parties yet. Yesterday we went to a friend’s of ours little boy’s 3rd birthday party.

This is in no way meant as an insult to my friends, but frankly I was dreading it. A load of 3 year old children running riot in a hired hall with ‘new toys’ fills me with fear, especially when my little one is in amongst them all!

I have nothing but complete admiration for the very relaxed, cool parents who casually stood by the side of the matted play area, sipping their coffee and chatting happily, whilst their children just cracked on and fended for themselves.

I was a sweaty stressed mess! Stood wide eyed on the non-matted area watching Baby B like a hawk and just praying that he didn’t fall awkwardly on the bouncy castle and bite his tongue off. Some of you may be thinking ‘well that’s justified’, but it wasn’t, because my lovely boyfriend was without shoes hot of the heels of Baby B wherever he went.

The main problem was the simple fact that Baby B just doesn’t seem to understand the concept of sharing. From the moment he clapped eyes on the Little Tikes Police Car I knew we were in trouble. He of course had a quick go then got out to play with another toy, all was well until another unsuspecting little boy clambered into the car.

What ensued I can only describe as a MELTDOWN EXPLOSION!

Baby B opened the car door, was crying, stamping his feet and just beside himself that someone else was in his car. Road rage at its finest! Now as a person I like to remain discreet and not draw attention to myself and always thought my child would be one of the quiet timid ones – this however is not the case! Baby B has a tempter and for want of a better word is a bit ‘punchy’ shall we say. Please don’t judge us at this stage, he is not a violent baby and we are lovely people. I am sure that everyone has gone through this at some stage?!?!

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Not wanting our child to seem like the hall bully we quickly whipped him away from the Police Car, whilst apologising to the other boys mum and demonstrating the right amount of discipline, saying all the right things like ‘you have to learn to share’.

Problem was we went through this whole process about 5 times over the course of 2 hours. He had a meltdown every time we either removed him from the vehicle or someone else had a go in it. The party ended for us when the lights were dimmed for the cake and all the children gathered around the birthday boy so he could blow out the candles. All that is except for Baby B who was standing his ground in the Police Car. When trying to remove him from the car he went into MELTDOWN EXPLOSION for the final time and we legged it so that the birthday boy could actually hear the chorus of ‘Happy Birthday’.

I didn’t even hang around for a piece of cake. That is how quickly we left. I never miss the chance of cake.

Soooo, my question is when does that change?!?! And how do I change into the relaxed cool parent, who not only has had the time to apply lipstick before going out, but also managed to have a catch up and normal conversation with other parents!?

Advice welcome – please!!!!!!

Oh, this is my other half, happily entertaining himself in the matted area. Baby B was at this stage firmly locked in the Police Car and therefore – quiet.

Providing some entertainment!