There’s Something About May
What is it with me and my female relatives that we have popped out sprogs at this time of year? We’re like flipping ewes. Out in the fields there are hundreds of lambs gambolling about (as that’s traditionally what lambs do and who am I to argue). Inside the house there is chaos as the Flying Martinis and their associates go into birthday overdrive. In my house alone there are 4 birthdays this week, with another 2 later on in the month. And they are all our kids. What happens 9 months before (I make it about August) in our social circle that makes us all forget to use contraception? Or where do we all go that the environment increases the sperm count or egg fertility? What house in the moon in?
Yesterday was 7 year old niece- ice-skating, then Pizza Hut. Birthday girl cries inevitably (that song wasn’t written for no reason, you know), kids eat too much crap, parents make mistake of ordering bottle of wine, Pizza Hut employees make mental note to refuse us entry next time. Today is Misssy Juniors 4th anniversary of making the world a better place (in her opinion…). Birthday tea at mine with extended family, two seconds after I get in my front door from a day of 7 hour’s teaching straight with only half an hour break (which I’ve decided to spend blogging, rather than eating).
Thursday is Indy’s 9th, when we will be water fluming with some other high octane kids and filling them full of crap and getting refused entry at Pizza Hut. This is the day that my freelance job starts also. Sunday is Baby Spongebob’s first birthday. Then a couple of weeks recuperation before other niece’s birthday involving going to a indoor ski centre, filling kids full of crap and getting refused entry to Pizza Hut.
You’ll notice that the month 9 months from now (I make it March) is baby free.
