Yup, as if it wasn’t enough that BritMUMS Live suggests that it is an event for female parents only, this year it also coincided with the weekend of Father’s Day.
For (two) weeks (because I only ordered my ticket two weeks ago) I have had Father’s Day pencilled into my head as happening straight after Britmums Live. Knowing that my lovely husband (who insisted I went to Britmums in the first instance) would be parenting alone yesterday (the Saturday), I had it planned that we’d have a lovely Father’s Day chilling out.
Instead, Britmums seems to have wiped my memory, and I woke up this morning with no recollection of Father’s Day in my head. It was only after I had phoned my parents’ house, spoke to my dad and hung up that my mother texted me to ask if I knew it was Father’s Day today. DOH!
So full confessional here: I forgot. I remembered up until Friday, and then forgot. I’m an idiot.
Ian has now been sung, ‘Happy Father’s Day to You’ in the tune of ‘Happy Birthday’, as well as received a home-drawn card (which has now been embellished with Peppa Pig stickers and scribble), breakfast in bed (Crunchy Nut Cornflakes) and coffee in a mug that Finley decorated at nursery.
I’ll be seeing my dad later, where he will also receive a card (he knows this now, because he will be reading this).
So happy Father’s day to Ian (my babies’ daddy) and my dad, pictured with some crazy lady below.