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Birthday trauma update

Number of:

  • Hours of sleep achieved last night - 5
  • Cakes iced and camouflaged with butter frosting, marshmallows and candy balls - 1
  • Stress-busting ciggies smoked so far today - 9 (but Ultra Lights, so hardly counts at all)
  • Cans of Diet Coke consumed - 4
  • Number of balloons collected - 20
  • Number of balloons surviving journey home - 18
  • Pass-the-Parcel wrapped - 25 bloody layers
  • Goody bags stuffed - 16 (have lost count of guest numbers, did extra to be on the safe side)
  • Number of times I've driven up and down the Sheik Zayed Road - 4 with another 2 to go for school pick-up
  • Minutes spent with Baby Belly - approx 10 (not counting quick kisses as I pass her bewildered face)
  • Guests who arrived this morning - 3 (brilliantly useful though as despite overnight flight cheerful and keen to help)
  • Pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey game - 0 (sod it, simply can't be bothered,, will do dance-off to Katy Perry instead)
  • Hungover, bleary-eyed, hot and bothered mummy high on caffeine currently going mental - 1

Comments

errrmmmm mummy said…
Was it worth it?? Did she have a great party? xx
Kate B. said…
hi ermmm mummy, yes it was good in the end. Only a few tears (it's my party and I'll cry if I want to) but she went to bed happy and pronounced the whole event a brilliant success. Phew.

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