Day 82 - 8:08pm, 23 March 2019
I'm not sure if days like this make you feel invincible or just plain vulnerable. Little Mister is turning 12 and today is designated party day. It's an awkward age. Organised parties are either too young or too expensive, so we've opt for a DIY version, hiring two bowling lanes and then back to ours for carry out pizza.
There's something about shepherding a group of over-excited 11-year olds across several busy roads and passed your quiet neighbours' houses that strikes fear into your heart. Hubby has his Garmin Vivosmart on and it tells him he is working harder than he did at the martial arts class beforehand.
Still, we all made it there and back safely, a few nerves shattered, but otherwise okay, and proceed to phase two. God Bless Johnny English, he managed to get them sitting down quietly, I say quietly but it's all relative. It's good to hear them laughing like little kids and some of them even manage to put down their mobile phones to watch it.
A success yes, but I suspect it will take some time for my shoulders to return to their natural position and I can answer a question without screaming - "YES?!" in an accusatory tone.
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