It’s my son’s 11th birthday tomorrow and I’m not ready. Not emotionally. Physically. I’m disorganised and I hate it. It’s not me. I take birthdays seriously. I love them and I’m always ready for them well in advance.
Not this time. As I write this I am praying that a violin and three Funky Pigeon birthday cards arrive today or I will have failed massively.
I know some families are happy with cards and presents later in the day or the next day, the day after or a week later. Not us. Presents and cards need to magically appear overnight in the lounge, along with banners and balloons. All accompanied by Pumba from the Lion King. It’s called the grotto.
So where did I go wrong? What’s my excuse? I don’t have one, really. And it’s not like his birthday has taken me by surprise. It’s on the same date every year.
One of the only defences I can offer is he’s a nearly 11 year old boy who is largely silent except when he’s talking complete crap and making no sense. Or picking on his sister. He has few interests, apart from collecting coins and playing the violin. We didn’t know what to get him and he didn’t ask for anything. So we waited for inspiration to strike and time ticked on and here we are. The day before his birthday. Disorganised.
We knew about the mobile phone, so we got him that. He chose one which cost £9.97. £9.97! That left an awful lot of birthday budget still to spend. And no inspiration.
‘Is there anything he needs for his violin?’ asked my husband. ‘Well, he needs a full-size violin,’ I said. Good idea! We’d have ended up buying it for him anyway, so this way he gets something he wants and needs for his birthday and we save money in the long-run. Violin research – internet and actual shop – took longer than we hoped, taking into account forgetting to actually go into the shop. So we ordered off the internet and we are still waiting.
He likes the Olympics, so we bought him an Olympic hoodie. My mum has bought him an Olympic hoodie too.
The kids wanted to do cards from Funky Pigeon. It wasn’t easy to order them because our internet was down for nearly a week. So we did them on Friday evening once he’d set off on Scout camp. Still five days until his birthday! Except cards ordered on Friday evening are printed on Monday morning and delivery can’t be guaranteed until Thursday. The day after his birthday. And if they’re not there when I get home from work I don’t even have time to nip out and buy some from a shop.
I bought the banners and candles on the way into work today. No thought went into it, just what Tesco had available. When the kids were little, this stuff was all carefully thought out and matched. It still is for my daughter, but not for my big boy.
I will buy the cake tomorrow – I don’t make cakes for anyone, ever. I don’t want to poison them.
What a great mum I am.
Do me a favour. If you see my boy, don’t ask him about his new violin. Just in case he hasn’t got it 🙁