This week has been all about the middle child. Or should I say I have very little to say about myself except what I said last week. No change, all OK at the moment. But itts been her big week. With the school holidays in full swing though its been a long week of long days and were it not for being able to get out I would be crawling the walls- no lie. As much as I love my kids they are hard going. Not a minute seems to pass when they are not crying, arguing, fighting, shouting, grassing on one another or anything else to spark my increasingly short fuse. Yet for everyone else you would think butter wouldn't melt, angelic at times even.
It was her sixth birthday and as always she was spoiled by her family and relatives. If her older sister ever finds out about this blog she will not be happy as her birthday was last month and she will be angry that she never got the focal point. That alone would cause a fight. Maybe even bigger than who's turn it is to sit in the front of the car, open the door, get in the bath first, get out the bath last, etc.
Birthdays are hard for me. I have a hard time with visitors. Could be a social thing but I don't think so as the anxiety starts regardless of whether I love or loathe or am indifferent to the visitors. It just happens. Its a loop, never ending. So having so many people come and go had the panic levels at full tilt. A time I should be enjoying but that is the way it works. Then again maybe its the flat. With five of us plus visitors it can get quite claustrophobic. So much noise and frenzied running about and conversations loud to compensate and no elbow room or breathing space.
Lastly here she is with her cousins. Her pride and joy present was this sparkly dress. She played the part. My kids are never shy when it comes to being the centre of attention. They lap it up. Wish I could say the same for myself.
