Afternoon Lord. I thought I would pray for five minutes before going to bed after the twenty-four hours I’ve had.
Mercifully, Nathan is finally asleep after being up most of the night being violently ill. Could I just say at this point that I despise vomit? What is it about the stuff that gets so into everything?
Thankfully, the rest of us are fine, and after calling Caroline this morning, all the Wests are fine too. I can only conclude the fault lies not with Fairy Esmerelda and her Grotto from Hell, but with Nathan’s inability to limit himself at the food table.
I guess, as usual, that I am partly to blame since I did not closely supervise what that boy had to eat (nor, it could be pointed out, did his father!) but really, by Nathan’s age, you would think you’d be able to trust him to manage one small birthday party.
No doubt he took advantage of the chaos and made the most of the situation. What with eight eight year olds clamouring for Fairy Esmerelda’s attention, our two adding to the mix, and Christian acting like a child possessed, he certainly had ample opportunity to sneak extra food.
It was an odd party, Lord. Picture perfect in many ways (and undoubtedly expensive!) but odd. Faith seemed desperate for attention (which I hadn’t noticed before), Trinity seemed keen to escape it (even though Caroline insisted she play for everyone) and Christian, well, I realised it has actually been a while since I’ve seen him. I realised how often the nanny has him when Caroline and I meet. Has that boy always been such a monster? He seemed almost wild. Perhaps it was just too much sugar and excitement?
Sleep now, Lord. Please heal Nathan – in case the worst isn’t actually over.
Amen.