Sunday, 22 December 2013

Feeling sorry for myself on my birthday.

It's my birthday.

I'm 37 today.

B is not here so I am single-parenting four children. He was working in Milton Keynes on Friday and then at a thing (the sort of thing you only get invited to twice in your life and that you don't, as a result, turn down, wife's birthday or no) in Oxford last night.  He is, I am told, now on the motorway heading home.  I expect him, with a delicious dinner he will have picked up at the motorway services*, probably around five-ish.
I am very tired, having been up 'til gone midnight wrapping presents and making an ice-cream igloo for those who don't like Christmas pudding.

The children are fractious and scrapping like small tigers, all teeth and claws and lots and lots of noise.

It is, in fact, just a normal day.  With the addition of a lovely new shirt, which I am wearing, and the promise of cake later when my sister and her boyfriend get here, the first of the Christmas arrivals.

So better than a normal day really.  And actually with four children under seven, an absent husband, and thirteen people for lunch in three days' time I probably shouldn't have expected anything else.

But it's my birthday so I'll cry if I want to.

Or laugh.  Because it appears that the children have internalised some of what B must have told them; as I type the screaming next door is taking on a topical note:


So near, but yet so far...


*Tebay, so while that is strictly true, it is also much, much better than it sounds.


  1. One day they'll all have left home and you'll look back on today with fondness and misty honesty you will. Oh ok then, maybe not lol. My hubby has been away on my birthday more often tan he's been there. I guess I'm used to it now. Makes it a bit crap though! Enjoy having such a huge people of people that love you together over Christmas, amongst the turmoil remember to stop, just totally stop, once and breath it all in. We are the lucky ones. Happy birthday xxxx

  2. I hope that dinner was good...

    Happy Birthday, Plan B!

  3. Oh dear… at least they know it is your birthday

    Hope that the evening turned into lots of spoiling for you - or at least some spoiling

  4. I got here too late - but Happy (belated) birthday!

  5. Wise words from KVille there!
    Hope the birthday dinner was yummy and the rest of the celebrations weren't too exhausting.
    Oh and Happy Birthday, you young thing you :-) x


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