Well so that’s it… it’s official I have turned 30!
To be perfectly honest it isn’t something I have been dreading age isn’t one of the things that worry me… not like wrinkles or the dreaded grey hairs (touch wood that haven’t started yet ) but it is stil a monuments occation.
So I thought I would share the reality of this huge day. My day started at 6.04am
I am awoken from my much needed beauty sleep by the children at there usual time. (At 2 and 4 they don’t understand lay-ins)
Followed by some much needed tv time whilest I prop my eyelids up with matchsticks.
Hubby arrises from bed and makes me a much needed cuppa… then it’s time for prezzys.
My eldest started by telling me the contence of my presents and then openes and she doesn’t already know!
I then make the kids breakfast and me and my partner bacon butties.
We enjoy a beautiful morning playing in the garden whilest family members come and go before a quick lunch for the children and off down the seafront for a car show we go!
Well not before nipping to clarks as the kids need new shoes (£56 later)
Lovely afternoon and an ice Cream later we head home, hot and tired.
Well mum’s night off so dad’s cooking means a phone call and dinner is delivered.
Enjoying birthday cake in the garden when my 2yr old throws my phone and cracks my screen in 4 places! I think it’s time for them to go to bed!
So that is the reality of a special birthday as my mother for 2 under 5.
And I wouldn’t chance a single minute for the world… well maybe the cracked screen.