Saturday night. The children are asleep. The husband is watching Sky Sports news. I am however wrapping presents, hanging banners and blowing up balloons.
His playroom (my former dining room) is decorated, we've kept back some of his presents as his daddy has training Sunday morning and as he's signed up for the Leicester marathon in October he is also running almost every day. Therefore he'd left the house before anyone had woke up. They're to be opened when he's back!
Despite over a week of talking about it dragging it out and it being the last thing spoken about before bed last night, the boy us clueless! He has woken up with NO IDEA it's his birthday!!!
As he enters the playroom enroute to the kitchen the penny drops! Calm to chaos in 0.5 seconds!
Presents opened, wrapping paper everywhere, nancy flying around in her jumperoo and balloons bouncing around, my house looks like Jurassic World the second.
Breakfast is consumed at speed, we get dressed and head for Nottingham! As a birthday treat and to pass by time I decided to take Olly along with my sister, mum and his cousins to Planet Bounce an indoor trampoline park in Nottingham that had just opened! I was up against the clock. The sessions run hourly so we needed to be in and parked up by 10:50am. Everyone by now has some idea about my timekeeping however We managed it.... In my head the fanfare is playing, major achievement and massive personal mum points scored!! That is until we find out we had to arrive 30 minutes early to fill all the paper work in and watch the safety video.... There's always someone ready to piss on your parade! LOLZ.
So we had 40 minutes to kill until the next session! I, never one to miss out, signed up to go in too! Sports bra at the ready, nike compression leggings on! I was a force to be reckoned with!
We're all stood queuing up to be let in, excited united! And 12pm strikes, whistle is blown... 11am session out, 12pm session in...
We all go running in... Think the original Charlie and the chocolate factory when Gene Wilder opens the door to the factory and no one knows where to go first... That's us! Initially sticking together we head for the air cushion (new and improved sponge pit) I let all the kids go first, then me.... Splat. As I try to get off this air cushion, I can't. I'm the big fat, 5 months post pregnancy momma that can't climb off... Cringin'ell! As the queue gets bigger my face gets redder... They can't go til I move my lard arse! My 16 year old niece comes to my rescue! Helping hand offered - thanks Ash!
I'm soon aware that half a dozen insanity classes haven't turned me into Wonder Woman... Yet!
Olly is having absolute blast! As are all the kids! Dodgeball, freeplay, tumble tracks... They are spoilt for choice!
We get braver & I even attempt a somersault in to the air cushion! Olly has been everywhere before returning to the air pocket, he takes a running dive and almost like sinking sand, he sinks deeper in to the cushion. Mini, my 13 year old niece offers to help. Except she's then sinking too, it's that point as a parent you know you should intervene but remember your sinking experience just 30 mins before! Luckily super Ashleigh to the rescue again pulling them out. At this point Olly and Mini are in fits of uncontrollable laughter.
The hour flies by and within 10 mins if being in the car Olly is asleep!
We get back home, the husbands back from training, more presents opened, lunch eaten and we brave Staunton Harold again! We have a safe, uneventful trip and make our way to collect presents from the grandparents.
My parents bought the best present, science and play dinosaur fossil blocks. With a chisel and hammer you have to dig for dinosaur bones in a plaster block that then form a skeleton. It is now I'm realising, everyone (pre-Olly/Nancy) that I pissed off with annoying presents for their children etc are getting their own back with messy, loud, annoying presents. Karma; what a bitch!
Great present nanny and grandad but the mess created is highly unwelcomed by this undomesticated, unconventional housewife...
Happy 4th birthday Olly. You may be a naughty little ratbag, but your my naughty little ratbag. Love you the whole world babba bear xxxx
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