It’s birthday party season again in the Battling On household. Every weekend involves at least one wunderkind attending someone’s party somewhere in the county, and boy have I been clocking up the miles dropping off and picking up. Every party involves an additional midweek dash to Milton Keyes, becoming ever more desperate as I search for inventive gifts on a budget.
Last week I failed. I had nothing in. I deliberated running the early morning toyshop gauntlet but baulked at the idea, nervous at the thought of panic buying a full size replica of the millennium falcon instead of a sub £10 gift including wrapping paper and card that still tips our budget into crisis.
In the end I consulted the Tworacle and satisfied myself that a fiver and a bar of chocolate in a card was not the worst crime ever committed in the history of gift giving. In fact out of all the gifts my children have ever received, the one that I was possibly most grateful for was the fiver sellotaped to a bar of dairy milk that the Boy Wonder got for his fifth birthday…I’m pretty sure he donated the chocolate to the cause.
As I salved my conscience later in the day I pondered the present drawer suggestion. It’s something I used to have, about a billion years ago when I only had one and a half children and life was easy. Now it’s more likely that any stored presents would be ripped off and sold to the black market. But it’s such a good idea. What do you do? Bulk buy in the sales and put away under 24/7 armed guard or panic buy at the supermarket at 4am on the day of the party? I need to do something, I may not make it to the end of term with my sanity intact otherwise…