The last couple of weeks have been really stressful as we were fast approaching Ryan’s 18th birthday. It’s not just about him turning eighteen (which is sooooo scary) but it signifies eighteen years of being a parent.
All was booked for a birthday meal and I was on track with making sure that I had everything needed to make the cake.
I knew what I wanted to do in my head but it changed slightly from pictures to a word cloud of all the things Ryan loved over the years. Some I’m sure he would love if we forgot such as Hannah Montana! ?
We had a family meal planned with all the rellies followed by drinks at ours whilst they watched the boxing. Ryan had drinking games lined up, and I planned on staying out of the way so that I couldn’t see the potential drink spillage, hear the noise or anything else related to having around fifteen 18 years olds trampling around the house.
Amongst this, on Thursday Charlie (the dog) went for a sleepover with the dog sitter who will hopefully have him when we go away.
It didn’t go too well. He was really sad and she couldn’t let him off his lead as he was desperately looking around for us. He slept by the door and didn’t want to play with the Labrador puppy that she was also looking after. Unfortunately, she won’t take him so we’re meeting another couple next week.
Ryan’s Birthday arrived on Saturday and started off with a game of Pie Face Showdown which was hilarious. The dog also enjoyed cleaning up the cream.
We then went for a birthday brekkie before getting things and ourselves ready for the night ahead.
I think I got away with posting some baby pics of Ryan on Facebook which is probably the only embarrassing ‘mum thing’ that I did.
We went to our local pub which does awesome food where friends and family plied my poor boy with drinks. I think his tequila face was probably the funniest.
When the meal was done and all the pressies were opened it was time for Ryan to leave us and join his mates for a night of drinking games, boxing and a night out.
Isabelle went off for a sleepover with Nanny and Papa so she was a happy girl.
When we arrived home, the boxing was underway and there was barely any room to move. It was fine! It could all be cleaned!
We did have a bit of bother with a neighbour which I thought was a bit mean since it was his 18th birthday, a Saturday night, and the first time we’ve ever made any noise since living here.
Unplanned as it was we ended up going into town and stayed for a little while before leaving them to it.
Home to bed for us oldies!
Sunday poured down with rain and all the boys that celebrated Ryan’s birthday were also all playing football as well. As you can imagine they were useless (the ones that made it) and lost the match.
It turns out that there was quite a lot of drink spillage and lots of sick which Chris managed to get cleaned up without me knowing or having to see/smell.
Overall we’ve had a busy but great week and now our boy is officially an adult.
What did you do this week?