Now that he is two we have been invited to his playmates' parties and they have been fun. If I start organising parties for him now, as an Event Organiser I have to go all out. It won't be cheap, it will be over the top and I'm not sure I will know when to stop. Then next year I will have to top that and so it goes on.
There's one month to go, and I cannot tell you how often I've heard "Christmas is all about the kids". I'm sorry, but it isn't. My toddlers will ruin Christmas. Maybe once they're older we'll get a bit closer to the magical day promised by all the TV ads, as joyful, clean and well-behaved children unwrap their presents
My emotions have been all over the place in the last week. It all started with a bug, our eight year old son complained of a sore tummy. This turned into sickness and diarrhoea that felt endless! My wife at this time was nine months pregnant and our focus was on getting our son better before his new little brother came along.
One day, hopefully many decades from now, I can picture myself rocking manically in an old folks' home (or mental asylum), still haunted by the sinking realisation that the the Wheels On The Bus may never stop going round and round. Or that the Grand Old Duke of York will never stop marching his troops to the top of the hill. Or that I will be Row, Row, Rowing My Boat gently down the stream until i'm clinically insane.