It was bonkers daughter's seventh birthday this weekend, an event she has been counting down to since at least Christmas. Naturally, she woke up early on Saturday and bounced into our room. My partner had an eye appointment at 9am which dragged on. This meant I was left with a birthday girl anxious to open presents and a smaller daughter anxious to make several cards for her and throwing tantrums every time she got the letters wrong on happy birthday. By the time my partner came home, £300 lighter after being told he needs bi-focals ["my body is crumbling", he announced disconsolately], bonkers daughter was almost in a frenzy. Of course, we had run out of sellotape the night before due to bonkers and big girl daughter's creative activities and we only had xmas wrapping paper, but she ripped through it and opened everything within about five minutes.
I was quite excited about the presents since they are all very bonkers daughter-ish - a body art kit, modelling clay, a fashion designer kit and paints, glitter, etc. I had not quite counted on her wanting to do them all in the first half day of opening the presents...In the afternoon we had cake with my mum and her husband and then we headed up to the Harvester near our house for dinner. The bonkers one downed a glass of lemonade and emerged from the toilet in a state of some excitement. "My wee has gone fizzy!" she announced, delightedly. The next day was a bit of a comedown as she had extra ballet to which she went, reluctantly, dressed in a top, shorts and tights which she had cut several large holes in.
Meanwhile, I am finding it increasingly difficult to get up from places which I have sat down in and ended last week feeling rather as if maybe some people were right and this whole baby thing was rather foolish/antisocial [I have been reading articles about climate change] and generally not well thought through. I had been talking to someone about childcare, which is always a subject which sets the spirits falling. I have also been contemplating the whole birth thing. What happens if you don't have the energy to push? I am also more upset than I could really imagine about the cat's death and have been looking at photos of him as a kitten.
This week I have a myriad of scans and tests, if I have the energy to get to the hospital.
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