I realised in the shower this morning, that tomorrow was No.4's third birthday. Now don't get me completely wrong, I did know it was tomorrow, but it was morning and these things can come as a bit of a shock at that time of day. And me being me these days, meant I hadn't done a single bit of food shopping for her party.
Luckily I managed to find her a few things to buy as presents yesterday as I was a desperate woman. Well you try and think what to get a fourth girl! Trust me it isn't easy. Oh and I made her a pretty nightie last night.
So here I am on the computer, instead of sorting the house out. I'm thinking of this time as a download of information and head clearing. I think it will help greatly. Well here's hoping anyway.
So first on the list of chores was the supermarket, with two littlies in tow, due to the fact that No.3 is overtired from kindy this week. Perhaps home life is just way too relaxing. My goodness the tantrums this week would make you hide away in a cupboard and not come out for a week.
So we bought many suitably sugary foods and green flavoured milk. Big sister will not be impressed as she had planned a pink party for her. Well actually it won't matter as she was sacked as Party Planner this morning. Honestly that girl couldn't organise a picnic for ants! And check out these serviettes!!! I passed her the pink spotty ones but no... I want these ones. All 50 of them! She insists they are yellow. We always did worry about her lack of colour names.
I have since made a list to help me on my way. It's not been much help so far, has it? Goodness just look at all that cleaning! It could take me most of the afternoon just to locate the vacuum, let alone find the duster. The girls take much pride in writing their names in the dust on the TV cabinet, so they really should be removed. Clearly a man invented the staticky materials the cabinet is made from.
And these packets, dear friends, is somehow to be turned into this...
Apparently. Good grief! I'm hoping its simplistic design is simple to make. I have shaped the cake and it's in the freezer, so step one completed. That was in a mad panic last night when I realised the sponge was going to go stale if I didn't get a wriggle on.
Oh golly, the pressures we put upon ourselves. Still it's only her third birthday, so one should probably look like they've made some sort of effort. My mother thinks it would be a good idea to have just one party per year, for all of them. I think she may be on to something there. I actually remember a joint party when I was six and my brother was 7. We were born 19 months apart! Mmmm.
Now I really must pull myself away from your lovely company. Oh look... it's five to twelve. Lunch time.
Well I'm sure the list will empty itself sometime.