Excitement Overload = exhaustion
As I was writing this title, I had in mind my two girls. After it was written I came to realise it could easily apply to me, too. I’m shattered!
First of all: the school fayre, and all it’s (planning and) frivolity
Secondly: my birthday this week, complete with secret family meetings between Daddy Tea and the girls, and general hype!
Thirdly: (and perhaps utmost in the anticipation stakes) its Little Sis’s third birthday next week, but her little party on Saturday. Oooooh, the excitement.
All three of the above: lovely things. Wouldn’t change a thing.
But then add into the mix: end of term at school, slight virus thing perhaps going round, and general boundary testing.
And hey-ho, the end product is BLEEEUUURRRGGGHHH! Angry mother at angry Big Sis. Attitude galore. 5 year old going on 14, and mid thirties mother, going on as only a mother can. Rant, rant, rant. “No but…, no but…”.
Tonight, of all nights, I felt particularly relieved when bedtime was over and I could escape downstairs. After a “pork in mustards” meal cooked by Daddy Tea, I’m feeling much more relaxed.
So then we started watching one of our favourite programmes, a French crime police thriller called Spiral. It’s gritty and it’s very French. It’s good (very good) but not exactly relaxing.
I think I may wake up the girls again. Just to have a breather!
Or maybe not!