Today is my birthday. Happy birthday to me, and all that. All I really wanted for my birthday this year was to sleep in until 7:00am and have a shower during daylight hours. The big sleep in would require Daddy-O not leaving for work at his usual time of 6:30am. I almost got that. I woke up at 6:45am to screams at the kitchen table. Apparently Daddy-O sat them all down with some paper and markers so they could make me birthday cards. Then he promptly got onto his laptop because he was having such a late start to his day. So I got my sleep in, but was woken up to “she stole the red marker!” and “I want the blue construction paper!” Apparently when Daddy-O is on his laptop, he doesn’t hear this.
Birthday wish #1 ticked as being mildly successful.
When I came downstairs the kids decided that I had to work for my cards, so they all hid and I had to find them. When that job was done, they turned to Daddy-O and asked where the presents were that they got me. One gift bag was sitting there for me to open. You’ll never believe what was in it….are you sitting down? It was a game of scrabble. Yep, scrabble. I started searching through the box quite sure that there was cash or jewels hidden among the scabble letters, but not so! Simon claimed he was being sentimental because we played scrabble very randomly when I was pregnant with our first child 9 years ago when we did not have a TV. Since then, our game repetoire has included buckaroo, operation, and lucky ducks. I’m not sure when he thinks I’m going to have time to take up scrabble again.
The day went on much like any other, though facebook provided me with many birthday wishes. As I was about to put the kids to bed, Daddy-O pulled out a frozen chocolate cake to celebrate the big day. In the end, it made teeth brushing a nightmare and you know how it is putting kids with sugar highs to bed.
As for birthday goal #2 (being a shower in daylight hours)….that didn’t quite happen, so just be thankful you don’t have to look at me as you read this.
So the lesson is, though we Mommas don’t ask for much, apparently it is too much. I’m thinking if anyone is looking to make their millions, there is a manual that needs to be written that instructs husbands how to deal with birthdays when they have wives with young children. I’ll even proof read it for you!