Getting Old

Boyfriend and I were invited to a birthday party yesterday afternoon for a little 2 year old boy. There were loads of kids there and I don't know how my mom did it for all those years with my sister, me and my brother but the mere sight of all those children drained me of all energy within 5 minutes.

We were a bit late as Boyfriend had to work during the morning so we missed the games* but after the kids had gone we played 'pin the tail on the donkey' - I wasn't the worst but I was pretty rubbish.

Birthday boy was the cutest one ever! He's got the most gorgeous angel-hair and so sweet! We'd bought a pair of shorts and a shirt to go with them but also a Thomas the Tank Engine - balloon as soft presents are never much fun when you're 2. But as H saw the shorts, he went ballistic - he ran around waving them in the air and wanted to show them to everyone. I guess clothes are not always a bad thing, even if you're a 2 year old boy.

The evening was a fairly short one and I crawled into bed at an embarrassingly early hour. I did not know that kids' parties and being 31,5 years old weren't a good match...

*Thank God!