Kids' parties always leave me exhausted.
But happy.
Emma seemed to be having a good time, played for an hour and a half, ate most of her nuggets and chips, with a little help from Mummy, and scoffed half her party bag on the way home, until I saw what was going on and stopped her. She was on a merry little sugar high all evening but luckily fell into bed without too many objections and was asleep before 8.
Sophie had a great day with Daddy, by all accounts. They barricaded us into the living room as they unloaded the car, filled with, well, cabbages, as Sophie tried to convince me. But of course Emma and I didn't buy the vegetarian cover-up, we believe they were carrying a trunkful of, well, presies of the Christmas variety. But of course we didn't let on.
After a home-cooked meal and the excitement of the X-Factor (Mary Byrne is out, who would have thought? Well, to be honest, me, I think of all the acts left she was the weakest, though she did have the Irish vote on these and yonder shores. I do love her story and the success she has found. But - and Sharon will kill me for this, she being an avid Mary-fan - I believe her range is limited and many of her performances are based on belting out the tunes...Give me Rebecca any day. But I digress...) Sophie wasn't long after Emma to fall asleep, and we won't be long after her...
I have decided that tomorrow will be a good day, when good things will happen.
As my dear mother always says, a good positive attitude will get you far!
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