How to Balance Hen Parties, Hangovers and Motherhood
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This month was was busy busy busy!!
Firstly we celebrated Jamie's third birthday at the start of the month. It was a quiet affair with a small cupcake and just us singing him happy birthday. At the ripe old age of 3 he was beyond delighted with himself with the candle blowing and birthday cheers.
A few days later we threw a joint birthday party at a local soft play centre, which we managed to limit to family, close family friends and two of my eldest son's school friends. God bless Will, he has such a big heart. Initially, he wanted to invite his entire Junior Infants class of 22 as he cried at the thoughts of another child feeling left out! I am beyond grateful to be rearing such a thoughtful little boy but holy God I ain't paying for the whole class to attend my love!!
The party itself went great. I love baking their birthday cakes myself. In fact, the first thing I ever baked in my entire life was Wills first birthday cake four years ago. It was a red velvet and cream cheese cake which was nice but not exactly visually appealing!! His second birthday was a chocolate cake with chocolate sprinkles, bearing in mind I had delivered Jamie 15 days earlier I thought I was doing well! Their first joint party was the following year and I tried my hand at fondant for the first time completing a Mickey Mouse Clubhouse cake which I was very proud of. Last year I was pregnant with Ben and not feeling well so they got a store bought a cake which they enjoyed just as much but I wanted to make this year extra special.
Plus, if I'm honest (and facing facts, when am I not?!) I absolutely adore making their birthday cakes especially when I get to take any aggression out on the poor unsuspecting fondant!! They requested a Batman cake as he's the current favourite in the house and we were all happy with the result. Far from professional quality but made with so much love! Plus a whole lotta mindfulness on my part while baking and assembling so it was a win-win!
Immediately after the party though, I had to bring Ben to the out of hours doctor with a temperature of almost 40 degrees! It was scary as I get so overwhelmingly anxious when it comes to temperatures but following a whopping two hour wait (don't even get me started on it, I was like a briar by the time we were seen as Ben was burning up, lethargic and I had run out of drinking water for him as I hadn't anticipated such a ridiculous wait time for such a small baby!) I was sent home with antibiotics for tonsillitis and an ear infection.
He was so unsettled and the following day he broke out in a rash and we could see him visibly shaking with the temperature so I had him at our own GP. Yet another ridiculous wait in a waiting room chock-full of super sick smallies only to be fed the general line of "Oh, it's a viral infection." basically meaning "I haven't a notion what it is. Give plenty of Calpol and Nurofen and come back if he gets worse!"
Despite the lacklustre GP visits we soon ended up realising that it was a fairly nasty virus that passed along to the entire household with the exception of Will. And when I say it was fairly nasty, I mean it was horrendous! Sky-high temperatures, chills and hot sweats, thumping headache and general aches and pains all over - it was the worst dose I've had in about a decade or more and that's no joke!
It lasted 48 hours for each of us and just as quick as it arrived it departed.
Just in time for my best friends hen weekend! I'm one of her bridesmaids, and honoured to have been asked - and I couldn't wait for my two nights off duty, though being honest I was more than a little anxious leaving the boys especially after them being ill.
Anxiety can kiss my rear end, though! Before the bus had even left the City I was chilled and truly in "holiday mode"!! The wine may have helped...
An absolutely savage weekend followed. One night away in Limerick followed by nude painting, dinner and more wine back home.
Saturday night was spent in my own bed and when I woke on Sunday it was Wills 5th birthday! All of a sudden I have a 5-year-old son, when did that happen?!!
We brought both boys to the toy store and let them spend their birthday money, of which they received quite a bit. They were wise beyond their years though in fairness buying an Imaginext set each and keeping the remainder of their money for their holidays to France in May!
I died a small death all day and recovered with the obligatory greasy Chinese takeout once the kids were in bed (earlier than usual. Cut me some slack, I haven't done two nights on the tear since I was a young wan!)
I returned to mammy duty with a bang, struggling to get back into the school run, eating all the junk food I could manage to get my hands on, gaining almost half a stone weight - and being late with this article cause I've just realised I'm too old for this *insert appropriate curse word here*!!
Most seriously a case of being older but none the wiser!