Today has made me nostalgic. Thinking about how simple life used to be when I was younger. Realising that what I thought was difficult or hard was a mere bump in the road on my journey to adulthood. I had no cares, no bills, no debts and nobody depended on me. The thought of being an adult excited me, and I wished my years away counting down the days till I officially became one. Then, on my 20th birthday, I actually cried because I wasn't going to be a teenager anymore. The realisation that I really had to grow up.
My day started with the most lovely 6am wake up call from my darling beautiful boy. In he raced, telling me "suns up mummy you have to wake up". I have told him that when the sun goes to be then he needs to go to bed and he is only allowed to wake up when the sun comes up. I managed to grab him and put him under the dooner with me. We lay there and cuddled and talked for a good half an hour. It was total bliss. I asked him if he knew what today was. He replied "its mummy's birthday!!". He then proceeded to tell me that he was going to eat all of my cake and I wasn't going to have any. Ever the charmer my boy!
After his swimming lessons today, I had promised that we would go and have a nice lunch together to celebrate my day. That was until he cried - no wait, he screamed - for me the entire swimming lesson. I decided he must have been tired and that we would skip lunch and head home for a sleep. I had prepped the stuff to make up some sushi I just needed to stop in somewhere to find an avocado on the way home. Rookie error. It was the shopping experience from hell. After fighting and debating with him the reasons as to why we didn't need to play on every game machine or ride we walked past into the supermarket I ended up dragging him in kicking and screaming. Finally I managed to locate the avocados, with the feral protesting in-tow, only to discover that they were not ripe and completely inedible. Just my luck!
Next mission was to remove said feral from supermarket. After throwing himself on the floor, refusing to leave I had no other option but to pick him up and throw him over my shoulder and carry him kicking and screaming out the door. I noticed several women of various ages frowning in disapproval at my parenting skills. I would have loved nothing more that to give them a spray as I walked past, but today is my birthday and I was determined to not let them or my feral almost-three-year-old ruin my day.
To top off my day, after arriving home and trying desperately to read him a story to put him to sleep, he kicked me in the stomach and punched me in the eye. Now I'm sitting on the couch watching Twilight and eating frozen yoghurt, waiting ever-so-patiently for my man to come home from work so that I can open my presents. They better be bloody good, just quietly!! Then I'm going to find the energy to hit the gym before I induce myself into a food coma from dinner. I plan to live a little, eat a lot and probably make myself spew on my birthday. Sounds like it could turn into a peachy little day, minus this morning saga! Bottoms up peeps xx
