It’s my birthday next week; my 6th one as a mummy. Birthday celebrations are definitely not what they used to be now that I have three children of 5 and under.
I can guarantee all of the 15 things on this list will happen on the day. Does any of this sound familiar? Do let me know in the comments below, by tweeting me on @cardiffmummy or on the Cardiff Mummy Says Facebook page.
- My children will open all my cards.
- My children will open all my presents.
- My favourite card will be the one they’ve hand-made for me.
- At least one of my presents chosen by them will be a gift more suitable for a child – last year I had The Little Mermaid DVD. The year before it was a board game. My children will look at me so excitedly, I will tell them it’s just what I always wanted.
- I will tell a white lie to my children that they did a great job of hiding my cards and presents from me and that I didn’t see them anywhere, despite them “hiding” somewhere really obvious.
- In the run-up to my birthday, one of them will excitedly tell me they have made me a card or reveal a gift they have bought, but that they are supposed to keep it a surprise.
- I will act really surprised when I come to open said thing they have already told me about and tell them I had no idea about it.
- My children will insist on me having a birthday breakfast complete with party tablecloth and paper plates. Last year I had a Minnie Mouse theme. Yay” Just what every mid-30s woman wants!
- I will also be treated to some kind of party tea (it’s usually pizza in our house), again served on children’s party plates.
- My children will sing happy birthday to me in English and in Welsh, and their sweet voices and enthusiasm will make me cry.
- I won’t get to blow out any of my own candles because my children will insist on doing it.
- At least five times.
- We will have a day out at the weekend following my birthday at some kind of farm park/ family friendly activity.
- When my friends wish me a happy birthday, I will joke that birthdays have certainly changed since I became a mummy – and even though they are not what they used to be, I couldn’t be happier.
- Until I open the birthday bottle of Prosecco when they’re in bed, that is.