Tuesday, 3 July 2012
A Spotty Birthday Beckons
It has taken me many years to learn that most people don't visit your house to inspect it, and half the mess I see, they don't even notice. I've always wanted my home to be a bustling, busy and happy one. A home where people come in and feel at home flomping themselves on the sofa, chilling in the kitchen having a coffee or just coming and going.
The kids friends have mastered the art quite well. Quite a few of our adult friends have too.
But there are days you have to put an embargo on house visits and today's eruption of chicken pox spots all over Sam's body have resulted in doorstep interrogations before anybody can enter. I don't like it. I don't like the odds of potentially telling somebody they can't come in. So far we've been OK. All who have entered have had the pox so this week, where every day we have friends over for tea, we're able to go ahead. Sam's feeling quite chirpy, although a little itchy. He has a birthday coming up on Thursday which he'll be spending at home (this news was met with a resounding 'YES!!' when he was told). We just need prayers that all his spots will be dried over before the start of Beaver Camp on Saturday, otherwise the little fella might have to miss out, which will be a rather sad end to an otherwise really great week for him.