I just had to share this anecdote from today, before the weight of Princess Peppa's 7th party day finally squishes me into sleepy land. That sentence makes little sense as I am so extra tired its a miracle I can even type.
It was Princess Peppa's 7th birthday today. So the day went something like; brace yourself, the anecdote needs context first; this....
Wake up with over-excited newly-turned-7-year-old one inch from face trying to wake me up at 7am. To be fair we got off lightly there. It's been 5.30am in previous years.
Spend next hour enjoying present opening.
Spend subsequent hour in panic after checking party bags and realising that, despite being an accountant, I can't add up and am 5 bags short if all those that didn't RSVP appear at the party later.
Send hubby on an emergency shopping trip for extra stickers, sweets and treats.
