I took my birthday boy, two of his mates, my parents, my two other children and my brother out for dinner tonight. My ex was meant to come but got stuck at work. He didn’t even make it this morning (crack of dawn) to watch him open his presents – such a shame – can a job really be that important?
We looked like a motley crew – my mother can hardly walk owing to a very bad back, my father has his arm in a sling (owing to a drunken fall), my son has stitches on his face (getting better), I look knackered (before xmas has even begun). Hardly an able body between us.
Remember my recent, very grown-up attitude towards Christmas, friends and my ex? Well it didn’t last. I have just found out that he is hosting a party on Christmas Eve for most of my friends and my children. I am not invited (unsurprisingly). I am gutted. I am tempted to send out gold embossed invitations to my own Christmas Eve party tomorrow and put everyone in a hugely difficult position – even my father said he thought he might go to my ex’s party as it sounded more fun than mine. I think I might announce that he is having a party on Facebook and gate-crash it along with 2,000 other marauding teenagers.
I went Christmas shopping with my 7 year old this afternoon. He spent all of his pocket money on a present for me. I tried very hard to discourage him, telling him I didn’t want a present, but when I forced him to leave the shop he cried and shouted in the street “MUM! YOU ARE SPOILING MY MOMENT. FATHER CHRISTMAS IS WATCHING AND I HAVE BEEN SO NAUGHTY ALL YEAR THAT IF YOU DON’T LET ME DO THIS I WILL NOT GET ANY PRESENTS”. Well, I thought, I can’t argue with that…