We are non-stop party people, oh yes.
This is not a hangover from the rave culture of the late nineties (oh how dim and distant that now seems). In fact, there is often not even a small glass of wine on offer for a weary parent. And they definitely aren't playing the sort of music I like.
No, it stems from the fact that three children means endless rounds of children's birthday parties at the weekends.
Only the two this weekend, which feels like a result.
The complication is that we have a radius of about thirty miles to encompass all the usual suspects in terms of venues: soft play, bowling, cinema, swimming, parks, garden centres (seem to be the new thing!) Pizza Express (other pizza restaurants are available) and people's houses.
Inevitably the three little people will be going in different directions - and at mutually disagreeable different times. Often there is just enough overlap to make it really stressful and touch-and-go in terms of making it to drop-off or collection, particularly when Hearth-Father is working at the weekend. Right child at right venue with right present can be a mission.
Still, all in the name of fun. Wouldn't want to be a party-pooper. Cheers.
Currently reading: Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress by Dai Sijie