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I'm mid thirties, two smallish children, one delightful husband, one car and one mortgage kinda lady. We left the big smoke some time ago and live in one of the most charming places in England.

Monday, 1 August 2011

A birthday clash...

We could have chosen any day for the birth of youngest. Not my choice, to have a c- section, but faced with even a slim chance of incontinence for life, the doctors opinion on natural birth for me, it was a fairly simple decision. So we had the surreal experience, of planning our youngest's birth date to the hour, let alone the day. Now the week we we given, overworked husband already had his birthday, one he's had for a while but time  stood for nothing as he very gracefully let youngest take the day before his birthday as hers.

For me this is now, four years later, an absolute pain; it is beyond even my organisational gift foraging skills. The reality kicked in ...overworked husband got a pair of kitchen scissors as his main present from his children and wife. But, to be fair, he is always looking for a pair so I thought it would be good to have his own. He didn't really see it like that either. Maybe we could have overcome that disappointment had I had time to take the munckins to the shops to choose a card. He could have then savoured his six years olds sweet message of love and adoration...  but we ran out of time and my spare card went to the eldest to give to the youngest, so not even a hand written card for Daddy to treasure.

I know it is not good, but it gets worse. Faced with moving to the building site in 2 weeks, sorry new house, we had to paint. Overworked husband was on the first shift starting at 0700 (his choice) he then got stuck in a B&Q car park for 2 hours, he then got a puncture and then so overworked as he is, he had to go to the office and work. We haven't seen him since...36 hours later...

The worst thing is I didn't forget, I just didn't have time to coordinate two inspirational gifting opportunities. I'm thinking the only way forward is to move overworked husbands birthday to the middle of winter, maybe I shouldn't tell him and then we could all surprise him with a party and cake in January. Random but at least he'd get his cake...and eat it.

On the plus side youngest had a great birthday she'd definitely be up for another one in winter!

1 comment:

  1. Ahh, I feel your pain! It never fails the biggest week is the busiest! Perhaps a belated homemade card from the kids this weekend? Or a picnic on the floor of the new home? If not, there's always January. ;-)