Scarlett's social life

It's official - Scarlett has now reached an age where her social life has dwarfed my own. This weekend she was invited to three - count 'em - three birthday parties. In fact I got so confused by where we were going next, I got the day of one wrong and we arrived a fashionable 24 hours late. On Saturday it was Joshua's 2nd birthday party in Petersham park, a great venue with bbqs, wide shady trees and a swimming pool. We had such a lovely morning at the party we stayed for the afternoon too until Rob had drunk all Joshua's parents' beer and there didn't seem much point in remaining. On the walk home, Scarlett fell and now has a scab the size and shape of her entire nose. She scraped it from bridge to tip on a sandstone step. There was a lot of blood inside and out and a lot of tears. Scarlett was pretty unhappy, too. The next day we went to Isabelle's 3rd birthday party. Isabelle is Scarlett's friend from childcare and we were especially proud that she had secured her party invite independent of us. The party was held at a purpose-built kid's party venue that housed themed party rooms resembling prison cells. Our party was in the disco room and the kids were led in dancing and games by the pair of dim-witted twenty somethings who worked there and knew all the words to every Hi-5 song. The dancing was followed by a kid's lunch while all us parents stood around outside eating sandwiches and cake. On Sunday, after a morning of vigorous aqua-athletics at the pool, we had a long sleep and headed off to Tom's 1st birthday party to be held in a park on the harbour. Perplexed at finding no one else there at the appointed time, we headed to his parents' house, assuming the venue had been changed due to some strong wind on the beach. Instead we found a neighbour who informed us that had we arrived at the same time on the previous day, we would have enjoyed ourselves very much at Tom's party. This sort of mistake is so unlike me that Rob immediately accused the baby of stealing my brain and demanded to look at our invite to a friend's son's christening this coming weekend, to check I had that correct. 'They do have a baby, do they?' he asked scowling with a face reminiscent of a young Glenda Jackson. I am impossibly excited that we now only have 10 more sleeps (not including lunchtimes of course) until we leave for England and I have only 3 more days at work. Have soooo switched off from work, it's not funny, and find I am simply going through the motions without really taxing myself. About to head off in a mo. Rob and Scarlett are picking me up from work and we are going to the opening of our friend Luke's exhibition of his life drawings at a gallery in Surry Hills. Lovely.