If you are going to have a party for your child at home,...

...don't buy party-poppers! Unless your hobby is cleaning.

Well, it was my wee one's birthday today. She is 8 already. (I feel bloody old...) She got up at 4 o'clock in the morning, demanding where her present was!!! Too much excitement, for sure. I told her to go back to bed, of course. But she and her sister got up well before 6.30 and my sleep was ruined (again). I don't remember the last time I had a decent night's sleep. No wonder I feel ill.

During my girls were at school, I cleaned and hoovered the living room much harder than usual. While looking for a new dust bag for the hoover, I found an old letter from my hubby in the cubbyhole under the stairs. Strange. I had thought that I cleared the cubbyhole before Christmas and also I threw away all the letters which were not needed for future references. He must have been telling me by the letter that he shouldn't be forgotten on the day such as our daughter's birthday. Or, he might have been trying not to miss the wee one's birthday again. (He missed twice due to his poor health.) Spooky, indeed.

After school, my wee one's classmate C, who lives down the street came to play for a change. She hasn't come here since her daddy returned to live with her (and her mum and sis) a few months ago. Nice to see her again. Then, little G came as usual. (We had invited her for tea.) 4 girls made the living room rather small.

After walking C home, we had a birthday tea with little G. Well, nothing special apart from rather unhealthy cocktail sausages which were mainly for the picky guest.

Then after little G went home and I finished tidying and washing up, I was hoovering the living room floor for the second time today, thanks to the party-poppers which kids had fun with. Guess who bought them? Me!!