So it’s my birthday on Sunday.
It’s a big one.
For 4 decades I will have lived.
But this is the post before the post so you will have to wait.
its been an interesting morning. It always is when you have small children.
I was rushing out the house trying to close the boys lunch box when my knee felt all wet. My husband hadn’t closed the boys drink properly. Juicy jeans not a great start.
My Mum broke her leg last week, she slipped feeding the birds in her garden. My dad told her not to go outside. She isn’t even old. We’ll 60. But really that’s not old.
I have organised her a meal rota. All her lovely friends are coming over and bring meals for her and Dad. She is finding it hard as she is such a giver, a nurse, who loves loving people and looking after them and now she is having people love on her and it’s a little overwhelming.
I went over and sorted her out lunch today. She asked me to clean inside her toes. Honestly this is just the worst job on earth for me. But I did it.
she then asked me to go through all her tins and chuck out her gone off food. Yet another disgusting job. Which I did. I get the best jobs!. I do love my Mum though and am happy to serve her.
Tonight my hubby is out on a belated Christmas party. So I will be chilling with the kids and some yummy food. And then pack for an exciting weekend away 
