I have entered one of those weeks.
It is Pudding’s birthday tomorrow and there are three special meals to make. I have made food-related promises people! Although to be fair, he requested 2-minute noodles for lunch, poor sweet deprived child, so I think I should be able to achieve that without too much strain. I have not wrapped any of his presents yet either and I have gone and purchased quite a few small things, so as to pad out the haul, so to speak. It will take me hours and I have a broken nail that hurts. Yes I know, you are wondering how I manage to soldier on, aren’t you?
There is also a proper party for every poor soul we could rope into it on Sunday.
It is going to be a rough week.
Ah, who am I kidding. I revel in food preparation of all kinds. It will be exhausting and fabulous.
I’m actually so excited about giving him his presents tomorrow that I can hardly think straight. I love giving presents. I think I have got the balance of what he wanted and what is decent and reasonable to buy just right. I hope he loves it all.
I will need wine in order to complete the wrapping, however, as the pelvis is still not consistently cooperative and it is a tediously upright sort of a task. Thank goodness Grub has begun going a good while between feeds at night. And she’s only 14 months, wow, I hardly had to wait for that at all.
Wish me well.