Have you ever been so excited by the arrival of something that you can't sit still, you can't eat anything and you feel like you're gonna burst? Well, I'm pretty sure that is exactly how my little boy is feeling right now.
It's his birthday today, and it's a biggy – he's seven. Granted, it's no five or ten, but to him it is "the most specialest birthday ever" because he's getting his first games console of his very own. Now he's shared his big brother's PlayStation for some time now, but what he wanted was an Xbox, so for his seventh birthday, me and his mum are making his dreams come true.
It's not a surprise – he knows he's getting it – he even helped us choose the games package, but we specially booked the delivery to come on his actual birthday and now he's hopping all over the place, just waiting for it to arrive.
We know which courier service is being used, so we should be able to spot the van as it comes down the street. We're comparing all the trucks that drive past and we've made a tally chart of all the different colours, but so far, no brown ones.
It's a hard life being, almost, a seven-year-old and when the best thing ever is still on the back of a van, well it can be a bit frustrating.
Still, it's nearly four o'clock now, and I'm sure the delivery will be here soon. Then all I'll have to do is set the whole kit and caboodle up – now, where's the older brother when you need him.