Feeling very emotional and unsettled today as J turns 9, and looks rather large. I have just completed a lovely gluten free birthday cake for him, with obligatory cool graffiti type writing and a stunt scooter on it. These may sound rather impressive, but I cheated by using a food printer to print out the writing and the picture. I have found a toy skateboard to lean against it, so I count that as suitable creative input. I am now battling with a football table, that started to be built on boxing day, so I think it needs to be finished now, especially as we have five other boys to try and entertain this evening for two and a half hours which seems rather a stretch. I guess I should get back to it. I am arming myself with a cup of tea and paracetamol for my dodgy arm, which seems to be a definite sign of middle age creeping up on me, not really sure how that happened, but my nine year old big boy should give me a clue.
I am considering starting a support group for mothers of just boys, although it may have to run every night and supply members with copious amounts of wine and girls clothes to stroke. As my friend says :My midwife told me there is a special place in heaven for the mother of three boys.' I will keep holding on to that.
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