The day of reckoning arrived, my sons' 2nd birthday party. It dawned bright and sunny, as happens quite regularly is Singapore. Ooops, I feel a tangent coming on.......
Except when my husband wants to go for a mountain bike ride. I think that it has rained about 75% of the time that he has gone out on the bike. It really is like he is jinxed. I wonder if there is a market for rain gods? I might market him out.
Right back on track again.
Saturday was spent in the kitchen. Burgers, spinach pies and cheesy sausage rolls. Who could not be happy with that?
The evening was spent blowing up balloons. Actually I couldn't even start one balloon. I don't know cheap balloons aren't a good idea.
While I was exhausted after an afternoon in the kitchen, hubby was shattered after an afternoon of keeping the 2 yr old occupied. I suddenly realised that while I get exhausted looking after my son, I am used to it and it was a good wake up call for my husband.
I was up early flipping burgers. Maybe that could be my next career move?
The BBQ pit was adorned with balloons and people arrived. Food was put out and I played the good kiwi host.
"There's the food and the drink, help yourselves." I turned around to discover my son emptying the beers out of the chilly bin declaring "I want this one."
The kids swam the afternoon away and the adults gossiped. It were great.
This is one of the reasons we are here.
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