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Louise had booked sledging for our first activity and the boys were bouncing with anticipation. I was in similarly high spirits until I realised I'd neglected to pack my coat/any form of warm clothing for myself. As we entered the snow slope alongside other families who were head-to-toe in hats, gloves, and some (a bit keen) in full skiwear including sunglasses, I stood, shivering in my paper-thin jumper and began to appreciate why Louise deemed it necessary to organize her own birthday.
Our first stop was Joshua’s tennis class at the university - a 9 a.m. start which is exactly one hour too early. We dropped Louise off at the gym on the way and, in the car, she politely informed me that I “stink of beer and need a shower” which was rather demoralizing given I had already had one.
While Joshua is playing tennis, Jacob and I usually kick a ball around or go on an “adventure” which involves me turning into a monster while he runs along benches pretending the floor is lava. On this particular Saturday, I brought the iPad.
